Anya Matusevich

Why is it that moms completely transform the second the clock hits 6:00 AM? Suddenly there’s urgency in the air, every cabinet needs reorganizing, every surface needs wiping, and apparently today is the perfect day to rotate the tires and pressure wash the driveway too. Can we PLEASE breathe for a second and acknowledge that some of us had plans… like sleeping in and maybe existing peacefully? It’s my one day off and somehow I’m being recruited into cleaning projects I didn’t even know existed five minutes ago. Why does relaxing feel illegal in this household? Respectfully, unless the house is actively collapsing, I think the chores can survive until at least 9.

Guys I’m going to Houston this week!!! Im going for the VS in person casting but im so excited to be in Texas in general!!! As crazy as it sounds, I’ve actually never really been and I’m sadly only going for like 48 hours this time as well. If you’re in the Houston area, give me 2 restaurant suggestions and I’ll have to try them out!!!

Sometimes, you have to come up with creative solutions to annoying problems. This time was absolutely no different, even if I’ll admit my approach was a little… unconventional. People always act like every problem has some textbook solution, but sometimes you’re left staring at the situation thinking, “there is simply no way this is the recommended method.” Desperate times apparently call for innovation, and innovation occasionally looks ridiculous from the outside. Was it elegant? No. Was it mildly embarrassing? Maybe. Did it work? That’s all that matters and frankly I’d do it again.

Girls always hold back early on in the relationship when it comes to eating. Suddenly she’s ordering the side salad, saying she’s “not that hungry,” and acting like two fries is enough to sustain life. Fast forward a year and all hell breaks loose — now she’s reaching across the table, stealing food off your plate, and somehow your meal has become OUR meal. The tiny little bites turn into “can I just try one?” and next thing you know half your burger is gone. Honestly, I respect the long game because the appetite was there the whole time, she was just waiting for the warranty period to end 🍟

I’m truly such a dummy for believing her, I should’ve remembered that I’ve never actually met a trad girl that ACTUALLY believes 1/2 the stuff that I do. But hey, I GOTTA respect the hustle honestly; you do you girl.

I have a super sensitive sense of taste so I truly thought this challenge was going to be easy for me. I was feeling confident, talking all that talk, because normally I can pick up on every tiny ingredient and weird little flavor note. But what I didn’t account for was him choosing the nastiest possible sauce to end on. Suddenly my advanced taste buds were not helping me at all, they were just making me experience every horrible detail in high definition. Moral of the story: being talented is cute until somebody weaponizes it against you 😭

I always think I can squeeze “just one more wear” out of my cowboy boots and somehow act shocked when they finally give up on me. At some point, getting them recobbled stops being optional and starts becoming an emergency because right now I’m one uneven sidewalk away from becoming a cautionary tale. The soles are so worn down that I might as well be wearing flip flops, except somehow with less support and more commitment. I keep telling myself they still have character, but I’m starting to realize “character” and “structural failure” are not the same thing. There’s no reason to wait until your favorite boots are fully separating from reality before taking them in and getting them fixed. Learn from me: maintenance is cheaper than pretending your boots still have another season left in them.

As a kid I always hated these rules and couldn’t wait till I grew up and now looking back, she did almost everything right. I think that’s also an important lesson to remember that it’s your parents’s first time on this planet too, and as children we don’t really understand that. Now that I’m older, I understand any mistakes she DID make, and love her even more for them 🤍🤍

If you know me at all, you know I am a homebody through and through. Do I enjoy the occasional night out? Absolutely. Do I enjoy going to a movie theater once in a while? Of course. But please do not ever confuse me with a party girl or a clubber because that has never really been my thing. Give me a cozy couch, good food, my animals, a comfort show, and being in bed by a questionable hour and I’m genuinely having the time of my life. I’ll come out every now and then, but home will always win.

I am fully convinced that some men only hear the parts of the sentence that they personally find interesting and the rest just disappears into the void. When I said “just vacuum,” I fear he interpreted that as vacuum the exact visible floor space and absolutely do not disturb a single object in the process. No moving chairs, no picking things up, no reaching corners, just a very literal interpretation of the assignment. Somehow I’m expected to specify every tiny detail like I’m writing assembly instructions for furniture. Move the shoes, lift the rug, get behind the table, yes those parts count too. At this point I’m learning that if I want something done exactly how I imagined it, I need to provide a guided tour and a demonstration beforehand.