I've been rooting for Emily Maynard ever since her first season of "The Bachelor," when she made it all the way to the final Rose Ceremony and Brad proposed. And I was cheering for her during the "The Bachelorette" when she chose Jef. I'm one of those people who talked to the TV as if Emily could hear me. "Excellent choice, Em! He totally deserves a rose."

Take a deep, deep breath in through your nose. Smell that? That's the scent of summer.

There are moments in life when you realize, "Uh-oh, I'm not fresh-faced and 20-nothin' anymore." Like the moment you see a close-up of yourself and can't look away from the crow's feet. Or when you notice the first sun spot has emerged on the top of your hand.

One of my least favorite questions of all time is this-- Are you tired? Sure, sometimes I am tired, and yes, when I am tired I rarely make any attempts to disguise it. But most of the time, the clue that's probed the question isn't the extra large coffee that I have a death grip on or my obvious lack of peppiness; it's those pesky dark circles under my eyes.

I've come down with a serious case of wanderlust. I'm dreaming of far-flung destinations, like African safari camps and Indian ashrams.