Working for the weekend

Today is Wednesday which I am very happy about, because in two days it will be Friday, and after Friday comes a weekend which means I don’t have to work.  I live for the weekends.  Saturday means I get to stay in comfy pants most the day and get things organized and to feel . . . → Read More: Working for the weekend

For the love of fall

A little over a week ago we roasted the last s’mores of the season.  We heard a rumor that bad weather was a-brewin’ so we ran for the hills (literally).

I have learned a valuable lesson this year- the more time you spend in nature, the longer the season seems.  In past years, . . . → Read More: For the love of fall

Who are you and what have you done with my husband?

Lately, I don’t recognize my husband.

I used to know him as the guy in the house with his eyes glued to Sports Center. Or a Yankees game.  Or Jazz game.  Or pretty much any game at all.

These days though, I find him curled up in the corner of the couch, TV off.  . . . → Read More: Who are you and what have you done with my husband?

Home again, home again…

Well, I’m back from a week in the Caribbean.  It’s ok if you’re jealous, you probably should be.  We had a great time.  Explored some AMAZING beaches, ate a lot of good food, went on some adventures, got good and sunburned, and enjoyed relaxing with my sweetheart.

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Take me out to the ballgame

For the first time in my entire life I have become (somewhat) interested in baseball.  I actually watched the majority of the World Series and the games leading up to it.  Some of them I even watched on my own!  FREAKY, I know! I hardly even recognize myself.  A couple of years ago we . . . → Read More: Take me out to the ballgame

Like clockwork

Men are so weird.

I grew up in a family with all sisters, no brothers, so I don’t think I really got the full idea of how guys are.  Sure, my dad lived there, but he was my dad.  Needless to say, getting married was a pretty big eye opener for me.  And I’ve . . . → Read More: Like clockwork