outsidevoice

I was born in August 1970 and embody everything about a Leo. I have the most difficult hair ever. I am 5’9” and am not afraid to wear heels. I love food and cooking and am addicted to Food Network. I am tall and thin, but not healthy. But I’m working on it. I love [...]

This is too much and I feel I must share twice in one day. While regaling ArtsyDaughter with the possum story from this morning, I seem to have, uh, let one of my favorite words fly. With the Swimmy in the backseat. Laughing. Whoops. Now, the Swimmy’s vocabulary is frighteningly advanced, but I’m pretty sure [...]

Welcome to my world. Thing 1: Folks, I love food. There is nothing I like more (uh, mostly) than a great meal. However, my Foodie obsessions end abruptly with a problematic category I like to call Texture. This means foods in their natural or cooked states that have a disturbing, gross or genuinely mushy texture. [...]

People, I’m tired.  And hungry.  And usually Tired + Hungry = Bitchy.  But right now, I am thinking of a meal I get to have on Sunday night that is keeping me from bitch-slapping the nearest annoying colleague.  The Food Fantasy is a great brain tool I have.  Husband appreciates it almost as much as [...]

I once asked Husband if he thought we would ever run out of things to say to each other.  Can’t you just feel all the men itching to make the obvious joke right now?!  Sorry, not biting. He finds it amazing that BestFriendWendy and I can go weeks without talking and then the moment one [...]

Well, our world got a whole lot crazier as of Saturday morning – OldestDaughter is engaged!  Husband and I were in on it the whole time as TheBoy came over later in the week to ask for permission to ask said daughter to marry him.  It went a little something like this: Husband:        [...]

There are some things in life that you are better off not being reminded of.  You know they exist in some part of your brain, but you choose never to access that knowledge because it either (a) freaks you out, (b) nauseates you or (c) takes too much energy to remember in any reasonable timeframe. [...]

The Swimmy had to go to the pediatrician yesterday for her 4 year check up and, of course, her shots.  Husband and I have wisely figured out that we do not inform The Swimmy of this until right before we are pulling up to the doctor’s building (which, with superhero kid powers, she can spot [...]

A typical Monday morning.  Drop the Swimmy off at camp (which I thought we’d never make it to on time), speed to the office (again, more lateness), log on, check email, read the gossip, and then check my blogpage to make sure nothing flooky has happened to the layout overnight (damn the evil code demons). [...]

With apologies to all the readers who have graduated from college and thought they would never see have to see this email in their inbox again. The Writer’s Block made me do it. Ugh. Admiring: That I’ve figured out how to do some HTML coding. And the latest layout update in InStyle. Dig it. Beating [...]