The whole “Life is a Journey, not a Destination” business is really starting to grate on me. I’m beginning to feel like I’m on a really long road trip and every time I feel like I’m close to one of the destinations, I realize the map is wrong, or upside down, or in a…
Being married is often like exercise. It can be invigorating, life affirming and so worth it, but sometimes it’s just a sweaty, I have to shower again, and my body feels like it’s dying, pain in the ass. Michael’s a great guy and I’m glad I’m married to him, but there are times I…
Pinterest is like cereal. It’s probably not good for me or the best use of my time, and it’s full of empty calories, but I don’t give a crap I’m eating the whole box. I love it. I told Michael it was a stress reliever, to which he said, “You must be really stressed.” Funny…
If this were a serious blog, if I really meant business, I’d write an enlightening perspective on the healthcare reform. If I were chic or fashionable, I’d discuss something pithy like a new interior design trend or the latest in summer footwear. Crafty Moms, Super Moms, Working Moms, they write posts about clever shortcuts or…
Van Gogh never sold one painting while he was alive. Unless you count the one his brother bought, which really doesn’t count. A lifetime, short as it was, without selling one painting. Forget the monetary gain or the fact that he lived off people his whole life. What fascinates me is there’s no pat on…
Michael has this theory, brace yourself. He believes that people should be out living their lives and not watching others. He’s all about getting the most out of everything and I have to chain him to the chair to get him to watch a movie or a video clip or…you get the idea. He likes…