Happy Birthday to Lu
It’s hard to believe that three years ago today I was cursing enough to fill three Swear Jars due to four, that’s right FOUR, failed epidurals. . You were completely worth it. I gaze at you with such wonder and adoration–that all eight pounds of glorious and PERFECT you could have come from me. I didn’t think I could love you more. And someone else held you in the highest of regard as well. Okay, two “someone else”s. The... Read More
Making the Connection
It’s not often I get on a soapbox. It’s not often I even open a soapbox…cleaning isn’t really my thang. But for today, I hope you’ll humor me, because while humor usually is my thang peppered with some recipes, what I want to talk about today just really isn’t funny. You see, last night Pea Daddy and I passed up the Arrested Development and Tosh.0 episodes we had saved on the DVR and watched The Cove. There’s... Read More
To Be a Sport
Despite what you may think, I’ve never been an athlete. Growing up, sports were something I always felt like I should do, but never really something I wanted to do. I was perfectly happy to sit in an empty refrigerator box and read stories about babysitting clubs, blond twins from Sweet Valley and a red-haired orphan’s adventures on Prince Edward Island. I’d plow through books faster than my mom could buy or borrow them and as... Read More
