mom. wife. anti-broccoli. half-marathon survivor. i'm probably burning dinner.
I hate the part of October that’s associated with Halloween. Which is all of October. So, I hate October. If you’ve been around, you know my house isn’t a great place to be for a season one hates; especially one with a spooky holiday that is the last day of the month. It requires decorations, like these, to be pulled… Read More
A few years ago, I invested a whole summer into trying to grow vegetables. I dreamed of bell peppers, and carrots, and tomatoes. I got excited about lemongrass for roasted chicken garnish and mint leaves for ice water or lemonade on our hot summer days. People would say, “wow, this [insert item here] is delicious.” and I would say, “Thanks,… Read More
I don’t like folding fitted sheets. If you want to call what I do even folding. I wouldn’t. The only way to successfully fold a fitted sheet is to stretch out the elastic so it’s not longer “fitted” as far as definitions are concerned. Then you have some chance of folding it so it looks semi-respectable. Folding fitted sheets is… Read More
Once, my husband invited me to the driving range and as much fun as it sounded, it wasn’t. When I did hit the ball, I couldn’t hit it farther than a foot and a half. After twenty minutes, I got frustrated and ended up sitting on the grass drinking an over-priced beer from the clubhouse and watching him hit two… Read More