• To the Masters of Holiday Ceremony, the Orchestrators of Joy…

    You know what is a horrible combination? Christmas preparations and PMS. Just ask my husband. Last night, I completely lost my sh*t when he simply asked me which pan he should use to melt chocolate. Totally out of the blue. It was like I was possessed. In my defense (and it’s really no defense at all), I had just stubbed my toe putting away the millionth item of Ivy’s that had migrated from her playroom. The real truth of it? I just didn’t want one more person to need one more thing from me. I am tapped out. And the sad thing is that he, my husband, was just simply…

  • Holiday Frame of Mind: Why this heathen is putting up a nativity set.

    Christmas is coming, y’all. No, I’m not shunning Thanksgiving. In fact, I’m in the throws of preparing to host it. However, for the last few years, I’ve decorated for Christmas right before Thanksgiving. We enjoy being surrounded by twinkling Christmas trees and garland galore while we eat our turkey. And we’re not one dang bit sorry! I have so many bins of holiday decor at this point that I honestly think they are breeding in the basement and multiplying. For the last couple of years, I’ve stuck to the same “theme” though, if you will. I’m drawn to vintage and nostalgic items. Not just for the way they look –…

  • Sheep and Guinness and Cliffs, Oh My!

    “Was that the best drunken decision you’ve ever made or what?!” My little brother called me yesterday and, without even saying hello, he blurted out the above.  He had been following my posts on Instagram as Brian and I traveled through Ireland and was taken aback by it all.  Needless to say, my answer to him was a resounding Hell yes! Ireland was amazing. Like, truly amazing.  Not “This pizza is amazing” amazing. I’m talking 100%, bonafide, accurately defined A M A Z I N G. I knew that exploring the country would be fantastic, but any expectations I had were blown out of the water by the true beauty…

  • Muddy puddles.

    *** Well, ladies and gentlemen, I fit back into my wedding dress. And I’m proud to say there was nary a pair of pliers, spanx or even three grown adults in sight trying to get it on me. Yes, it fits a little, er, differently. But… when I put it on and could actually get it zipped up, I felt as magical and alluring as Melisandre, the red priestess. (Let’s not talk about the glaring visual parallels of me taking off the dress and Melisandre taking off her necklace…) Anyway. It was a personal goal of mine to get back into that dress… someday. I didn’t actually think it would…