go big. go home. both?

I have a new obsession. Yes, yes I know, I get these all the time (remember when I wanted to start a new career flipping houses? Or my whole scrapbook-every-day phase? Or when I started a crafting blog with only three posts on it so far? Yeah that.) but it’s been three weeks now and…

well…no one died. 

Isn’t that great? The pot roast turned out pretty well, all things considered. As you can see by the totally-genuine-not-hamming-it-up-at-all, 100% authentic picture:    Doesn’t it look delicious?? It was pretty good. And best of all! None of us are in the hospital with food poisoning, not even Pee Pants.  Tonight (Friday) it was Broccoli…

time flies and other stuff

Today’s post is about time and how it freaking gets away from me every day. Plus some other random updates, but what the hell. What would a 2N blog post be without some randomness thrown in? Point #1: WordPress informed me when I logged in that it’s been 18 days since my last post. WHAT?…

suuuuuuuch a geek.

Want to know what I spent most of last night doing? Playing online computer games (3 hours) Messing with the theme on my blog (4 hours) How much time did I spend cleaning house or doing other domestic activities? 0 hours. I am clearly on track for both the Mom of the Year and Girlfriend…

pee-pants and fuzz-face

I think I posted this on Facebook but never really wrote about it here. As you know, The Dog (who will always be The Dog, regardless of any other lower-case-dogs we get in the future) passed away earlier this year. We were all pretty broken up about it, which I posted about ad-nauseam I think.…

skirts and tank tops and shoes…oh my!

As you may have already guessed, I have an inordinate amount of clothes. Like, a lot. I mean as in, I have a closet full, plus a 5-drawer chest, plus five of eight under-bed drawers full. Of clothes. Mostly, my clothes are fairly inexpensive (hello, Old Navy! Though Torrid and I are becoming quite close recently. Quite, quite…

uuuggghhhhh….come on.

A little over a week later, I’m still surprised when the doorbell rings and there is no answering frenzy of barking. Or when I see a squirrel in the back yard but I don’t see a black streak running across the lawn after it. Or when sirens go by and I don’t hear him “singing…

requiem

When I first met Rockefeller, he was a tiny little black puppy sitting alone in his cell at the Humane Society, staring at me with these huge liquid brown eyes that seemed half as big as his face. He wasn’t jumping around or yapping like the other dogs and puppies, he was just quietly sitting…

microchip ’em, already!

As you know I recently lost, then found, The Dog. It was seriously due to his microchip that the shelter he was dropped off at knew he belonged to someone, and were able to quickly track me down and let me know that they had found him. The vet at the shelter told me that there are…