By Rachel, on February 9th, 2011%
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
By Rachel, on October 29th, 2010%
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
By Rachel, on April 8th, 2010%
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?
By Rachel, on March 23rd, 2010%
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.
. . . → Read More: Home again, home again…
By Rachel, on November 5th, 2009%
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
By Rachel, on November 3rd, 2009%
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