I’m just going to write about food a lot. Let’s face it, I think about food a lot, so that makes sense. Today’s food excitement was a carry-over from yesterday. I mentioned a recipe that I love a week or so ago, Scott not so subtly hinted that I should make that sometime soon, and…
Category: Things That Make Me Happy
There and Back Again (not a hobbit’s story)
I used to be a dog walking machine. When Peanut and I found each other in 2007 through something akin to online dating (although he didn’t have much say in the matter), we went through a long phase of me caring way too much about his needs. Peanut is my dog, in case you didn’t…
Canine Friends Friday
I might just come out and say that Fridays are dog video day or something. There’s a pattern developing. This particular video contains a near-lethal dose of cute. The song about being loved as you are and the happy slow motion dog almost make my heart burst open. Before you write me off as a…
Books are Back!
I haven’t been reading for a while. You go through phases of having time for certain hobbies and not having time for them, right? I’m sure you’ve been there before. That said, this is the first time in my life that I haven’t had time for reading. I think that makes it a noteworthy situation….
Unbridezilla
I’m among the world’s least likely to have a camera with me at any given moment. My phone has a camera, but I forget that. So maybe I should say that I’m among the world’s least likely to take pictures. Thankfully, there are other people who don’t share my photography problem. Two of those people…
New Year’s Declarations
I’m not normally one for New Year’s resolutions. Only a very small group of people actually stick to resolutions, and I’m not in that group. Knowing that about myself makes resolutions kind of pointless. There are things I’d like to remember in 2011, however. The key thing on that list is to look at the…
Letters to Santa
It’s snowing outside, and I just sent off my annual letter to Santa (via email). It’s pretty exciting, people. Yes, I’m twenty-six years old. This is how it went down in my family. My parents didn’t want to lie to us and tell us that certain things were real when they weren’t, so I was…
Small, but valuable. 