I am on vacation — and as a series of quasi-coherent posts about how wonderful my family is, and how beautiful the beach is, and how drunk I might be at a time that would normally be a completely inappropriate time for me to be drunk might not go over all that well, I have… Continue reading Where Lisa shares her love of travel
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Where Pop tells us the importance of dates
I am on vacation — and as a series of quasi-coherent posts about how wonderful my family is, and how beautiful the beach is, and how drunk I might be at a time that would normally be a completely inappropriate time for me to be drunk might not go over all that well, I have… Continue reading Where Pop tells us the importance of dates
Where Angela runs around these here parts while listening to her husband’s playlist
I am on vacation — and as a series of quasi-coherent posts about how wonderful my family is, and how beautiful the beach is, and how drunk I might be at a time that would normally be a completely inappropriate time for me to be drunk might not go over all that well, I have… Continue reading Where Angela runs around these here parts while listening to her husband’s playlist
Where the sound of babyfeet are heard at this here blog
I am on vacation — and as a series of quasi-coherent posts about how wonderful my family is, and how beautiful the beach is, and how drunk I might be at a time that would normally be a completely inappropriate time for me to be drunk might not go over all that well, I have… Continue reading Where the sound of babyfeet are heard at this here blog
Where I talk about my upcoming vacation
I woke up this morning thinking today was Friday. This is not uncommon, but, considering my plans for next week, it was doubly rough. See, next week, I’ll be on vacation — during those times that I’m used to sitting in a cubicle, or on a conference call, or wondering why I’m all alone in… Continue reading Where I talk about my upcoming vacation
Where I reflect on the direction of my blog and what makes me visit other blogs
Around the corner is #BlogHer12, and I’m going. I’m quite excited to be going, in fact . . . yes, BlogHer markets themselves, rightfully, toward women — but it’s “the event” for bloggers to head to. Knowing that a good portion of the bloggers whose places I frequent will be at an event, that’s well… Continue reading Where I reflect on the direction of my blog and what makes me visit other blogs
Where I recap 4th of July happenings
I’m still torn on my thoughts about the 4th of July falling on a Wednesday. It gives you this “weekend in the middle of the week” thing that is just really, really difficult to wrap my brain around. I swear, last night, I started going through the dreaded routine that I go through on Sunday… Continue reading Where I recap 4th of July happenings
Where I force the disjointed thoughts out of my head
There has been minimal-to-no bounceback from the weight-loss when I was sick. Therefore, I’m claiming that most of the weight-loss was more-related to my lack of alcohol than the actual sickness. There were a shit-ton of hyphens in that first bullet point. After drinking far too much over the camping weekend, I’m giving my liver… Continue reading Where I force the disjointed thoughts out of my head
Where I have the bright idea to take my toddlers camping
I’m someone who never seems to be far from a computer, so you might not think that I enjoy camping . . . but I do. A lot. Being amongst nature makes me happy — you have to step back and live more simply, lead a less-complicated life, and that makes me happy1. First, there… Continue reading Where I have the bright idea to take my toddlers camping
Where I realize that not all trips for ice cream are created equally
Saturday was a fine day. Duffy and I traded off watching the kids and getting yardwork done, meaning that I actually got a little bit of sun (which, I hope, will mean that I don’t burn the very instant that I get to the beach in July). There was some napping that happened. All in… Continue reading Where I realize that not all trips for ice cream are created equally