Even though I am not married and have no plans for children any time in the near future, I am wildly protective over the names that I love, and have in mind, for my own kids. I recognize that I am ridiculous about this topic, but I won’t even share my names with anyone for fear that they will have a baby before me and use the name.
On the weekends, I work an amazing local winery. Along with the fine wines that we produce, sell and serve, we make the most fabulous woodfire pizza in the tri-state area. Clearly I am partial, but my opinion of the woodfire pizza was solidly in place before I started working there.
This is the third day in a row that I have been stuck in my home. We received twelve inches of snow followed by fifty miles per hour winds, causing extensive drifting on the major highways around me. I am someone who dreads driving in winter weather conditions. The sad thing is, I trust my …
For the past few years, I have been on a Christmas Card Boycott. I was not happy with where I was in life and I felt as if I didn’t want to draw attention to that by sending out cards exclaiming how great life was at the moment. I had not made any spectacular advancements in my career. I had not gotten married. I had not had children. All the basic things that the masses of holiday card extoll the virtues of. This year, as I watch the pile of cards grow taller before I even attempted to open them, I decided that I needed to return the love that my friends and family were sending me via snail mail.
I am a firm believer that the sense of smell brings back memories more readily than any other sense. The smell of chocolate chip cookies instantly transports me to my grandmother’s kitchen. In the same way, the scent of certain perfumes and colognes bring a flood of memories back immediately.
Guilty pleasures are some of the most sensational things in life. I grew up with a healthy dose of Catholic guilt, so I am well-versed in the art of feeling bad for something that makes you feel good. Now I simply don’t feel guilty for finding pleasure in the little things in life.
One of my most requested dishes (and recipe!) from co-workers is my Buffalo Chicken Dip. It is simple to make, you can even just throw everything in a Crockpot. And if you like hot chicken wings, chances are you will enjoy this appetizer.
As I was visiting with a co-worker/friend at her house one evening, all of a sudden Alanis Morissette came blaring through her iPod Dock, flooding back mounds of memories from high school. Suddenly, and without warning, I was transported back to being sixteen.
If the meteorologists are to be trusted, shoveling snow and scraping off my car will consume most of my day tomorrow. Snow and heavy winds are imminent. School is already called off for tomorrow, as the Department of Transportation has issued a Blizzard Warning and are advising people not to travel until the afternoon.
We had a lovely and heartfelt prayer service at my school for the victims of the Sandy Hook Elementary tragedy. My heart has ached since I heard the news on Friday of the horrific events. I never want to have a conversation like that again with my students.