Williamsburg Tastes Nothing Like Chicken. And That’s A Good Thing.
Oy.
Lately I feel like this blog has become nothing but a representation of the gluttonous feast that has become my life. Read the rest of this gem…
Livin’ Large – Stretchy Pants Large – At The Raleigh Food Truck Rodeo.
Q: What do you get when you combine a military re-enlistment ceremony with a thirty-first birthday celebration with a visit from the in-laws with a pending house sale with an imminent do-it-yourself move? Read the rest of this gem…
From Mansion To Crack Shack In 4 Hours Or Less.
I want it stated, for the record, and despite all evidence to the contrary, that I’m actually looking forward to moving to Virginia. Read the rest of this gem…
Butter.
Yesterday was one of those rainy, icky days during which my motivation level seems to directly correlate with the amount of the sun’s rays that reach the surface of the earth in my locale — which, incidentally, was approximately zero.
Zero percent. Read the rest of this gem…
My Decorating Philosophy Is More Like A Drunken Stumble Than Anything Coherent.
So a couple of weeks ago I posted our final house tour, and something really odd has been happening. Read the rest of this gem…
If My Elementary School Had Been Like This, My Transcripts Would’ve Looked A Whole Lot Different.
Before I get to my regularly scheduled post, I’d like to offer up a PSA. Or rather, a DSA — Domestiphobia Service Announcement — since it really actually only benefits me. Not the public. Read the rest of this gem…
Is It Possible That Portland’s Just Trying Too Hard?
Sometime in middle school, an English teacher assigned us a book about cities. Read the rest of this gem…
Clearly, It’s Time To Break Up With My Doctor. (And Also Learn How To Dye My Hair.)
Last Friday my doctor was surprised to see me. Read the rest of this gem…
A Walking (And Boating And Hopping) Tour Of Downtown Chicago.
Well, I hate to break it to you, but it seems as though I’ve fallen into that trap that people who are moving tell you they’ll never fall into but inevitably always do — Read the rest of this gem…
On Making New Friends (And Keeping The Old).
Make new friends — but keep the old.
One is silver and the other gold.
I always hated that rhyme. It’s confusing. Which friend is silver and which friend is gold? Read the rest of this gem…