It all started out so innocently. Checked out the holiday bazaar featuring local artisans. Got an amazing chair massage. Saw the lighting of the Christmas trees. It’s all good. Warm and fuzzy feelings despite the chill in the air; happy, smiling faces everywhere. Here’s the thing: don’t try to be a hero after. If you’re … [Read more…]
I hate cleaning. With a passion. Or maybe that’s more that I lack the passion to enjoy cleaning. Either way, it is very low on the priority list. Very. People have asked me how I find the time to do all the baking I do with two young children, a full homework load, and the … [Read more…]
I love baking. Love, love, love, love, love it. It’s a creative outlet with quick results. It’s a stress reliever. It’s a way to make other people happy. And it’s a way to stuff my face when I’m feeling down. Yeah, that last one is dangerous. The best success I’ve had in weight loss was … [Read more…]
Falling down the hole that has no bottom, like Alice on her great adventure in Wonderland, my heart beats fast and hard– I hear it in my ears, throbbing–but whose ears are they? The white rabbit I followed who ran away with my dust mop? Why would he want my dust mop anyway? There is … [Read more…]
They should serve food in art galleries. It would bring more bodies in so the masses can proclaim, with satisfied grins, that they are patrons of the arts while they gobble tasteless, cold, mushy, food-like substances, glancing in between bites at walls attempting to satiate a go-go-go society’s need for culture when there is no … [Read more…]