Erika

2010
09.03

Last month I went to the Big Summer Potluck, where I met all sorts of wonderful women. I’ve been meaning to write a post about it, but have been quite sick and tired from my pregnancy. Suffice to say it was a wonderful day, and I can’t wait for the next one.

While I was there, I got to meet two incredibly inspiring women whose blogs I have been reading for some time, Alice from Savory Sweet Life and Erika from The Ivory Hut.

See? I was so excited I asked someone to take my picture with them, and I never want my picture taken.

A few days ago Erika suffered a terrible loss, when her home burned to the ground. Alice teamed up with Maggy Keet of Three Many Cooks, who by the way did a fantastic job organizing the Big Summer Potluck, to create Friends of Ivory Hut. There they are raising money to help Erika and her family get back on her feet.

I wish I could do more to help, but my meager donation is all I can do in this economy with my ailing business and growing… Read the rest

10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage Is Wrong

2010
08.27

I guess this originally came from someone’s facebook page, but as I don’t do facebook I cannot link directly to it. Still, I thought it was so wonderful when I saw it on another site that I wanted to repost it. Follow that link for links to the original posting on facebook.

I feel very strongly about this issue. I believe everyone should have the right to marry. I simply can’t understand why anyone would have a problem with it. I believe that in 50 years the people who publicly oppose gay marriage are going to look just like the people that opposed blacks and whites attending the same schools: foolish and ignorant. They should be embarrassed for being discriminatory. In the future people will look back and say, “How did people actually state these feelings aloud and in public? What were they thinking?!” If you don’t believe me, simply take a look at this picture:

How disgusting and irrational do those people look to you? With that said, I give you this:

10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage is Wrong

01) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.

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Pregnancy Blues

2010
08.26

I am about 8 weeks pregnant, and I’m wondering where the glow is. I grew up believing that women everywhere loved pregnancy. It’s like the world perpetuates this scam just to make sure women continue to conceive.

I’m exhausted. I’m apathetic. I’m nauseous all day, not just in the morning. I’m constipated. I’m stressed. I wake up to pee at least 3 times every night. My breasts are so sore that the simple act of walking causes me pain. I can’t cook anymore, because the sight of uncooked food and the smell of cooking food make me even sicker. I love to cook! What the hell?

A friend who is pregnant told me that she got her energy back in the second trimester. I’m anxiously awaiting that time. I’m just not myself, and life is a struggle.

I don’t have the will or the desire to do anything. I don’t want to exercise, I don’t want to blog, I don’t want to watch TV, I don’t want to play video games, I don’t want to read a book, I don’t want to stumble around the internet, I can’t even read the blogs I enjoy because so many are food based.… Read the rest

Pregnant

2010
08.18

That’s right, I’m pregnant. Surprise! I’m due sometime around April 9th.

The pregnancy is to blame for the lack of posting lately. I haven’t been able to stay focused on any one task, and I’ve been quite nauseous. Why do they call it morning sickness? For me it is lasting all day and right into the evening. I’ve actually lost weight, rather than gained it.

You should see my food-blog-packed feed reader. It’s bursting with posts I’ve been too queasy to read. I have 5 food related blog posts of my own I want to finish and publish, but I can’t seem to stomach even opening the files to look at them.

In addition to the nausea, there is the exhaustion. I’m so tired! I’ve been sleeping 10 hours a night, and spending a lot of time collapsed on the couch.

Oh, right, there’s also the excitement. I’ve always wanted to be a mom, and with my 32nd birthday around the corner it’s about time, right? I wish they could tell me today whether it is going to be a boy or a girl. We’re hoping for a girl. I can’t wait for the day we find out.

My… Read the rest

Sandwich

2010
08.08

It’s been over 24 hours since I ate this sandwich, made by Three Many Cooks, and I can’t stop thinking about it. I could eat that sandwich every day for the rest of my life. If I were to be stranded on an island with only one sandwich for the rest of my life, that would be the one. I’d marry that sandwich if I weren’t already married to the most wonderful man in the world. I’m anxiously awaiting the recipe from the lovely hosts of the Big Summer Potluck.

I have so much to say about yesterday’s event, I need to let it all settle out in my mind a bit before I can wrangle it into a readable post.

For the moment, I’m trying to create a recipe in which I can use the can of Lindsay Natural Olives that I got in my swag bag. We’re not huge olive people here, so I have to think outside my usual parameters. It’s especially tough because I can’t think of anything other than that sandwich.

Potlucks, Blogging, and Anxiety

2010
08.02

I’ve always had a bit of social anxiety. It’s gotten worse as I’ve gotten older, and I can only imagine that by the time I’m of retirement age I’ll be one of those ladies who only leaves her house to feed the birds in the back yard. You may think that’s sad, but I actually quite like being at home. And I love birds.

I’m good around my friends, and most of my husband’s friends, but that is about as far as it goes. Even when I’m face to face with one of my own parents I suffer from loose lips that come from having nothing to say. It’s terrible. I have spoken such gems as, “It’s hot out there in the heat when it’s this hot outside,” and, “Why can’t we hunt whales, anyway?”

It’s even harder with distant family members, or certain in-laws. I feel like these people don’t actually know me, and wouldn’t care to actually know me. I say silly and pointless things like, “Oh, I love to shop,” when in reality I’m far more thrifty than a shopping-lover can be. It actually pains me to spend money. Another thing I do is self-deprecate when I’m… Read the rest