MOD Pizza, A+
Meet our Pizza Jar. It is more of a mug than a jar, I suppose. I adopted it from my great aunt after she passed away a couple years ago. I believe it was… Continue reading
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The “A” Word
I have a wonderful friend; she is educated, she is involved in her kids’ lives, she is smart, caring… just a great person in general. We had a conversation about talking to kids… Continue reading
My Vow to Sara
Sara is my stepson’s mom. We’ve had our ups and downs, and our fair share of rough road and rocky journeys. Something that I’ve come to realize is that I don’t like the… Continue reading
My Fair Share
Upon a friend’s invitation, I went parousing Bernie Sanders website. He has a very nice website, seriously. It is very functional, very pleasing to the eyes. She sent me some info regarding the concerns I… Continue reading
Simple Apple Hand Pies
You know when you find a deal, and think that it’s too good to be true? Well, that’s what happened when I found $.99 per pound organic apples at Chucks last week. I… Continue reading
Blessings in My To-Do List
This week is madness, more than normal. One child still in basketball, with three games; my oldest in traffic safety four days this week, dentist appointments, PTA meeting, Christmas in March party at my grandpa’s,… Continue reading
TIME, Syphilis, Google, and Parenting… ER… Politics?
A few interesting tidbits that I found in my March 14th, 2016 TIME magazine… Nevada currently has the highest syphilis rate is the western US, after an outbreak in… you guessed it… Las… Continue reading
YOLO
YOLO has got to be one of the stupidest catch phrases of this generation. I am past the age of those that frequently use it, but I think it is used in conjunction… Continue reading
TO SAVE OR NOT TO SAVE: My Organic Milk Dilemma
Buying organic is difficult. The difficulty doesn’t lie in the lack of available organic goods. I am from the Pacific Northwest… hasn’t the whole organic push come from my region? I can find… Continue reading
Adjusting Expectations
I rush out the door and head to the school to pick my son up from basketball practice. I am always rushing. Rush rush rush. Lots to do with a full time job,… Continue reading
