My husband and I are entrepreneurial people. We start websites and we start businesses and we love it. No, that’s too bold. We don’t love it, we just prefer it. There’s a certain feeling you get when you know that every penny you bring in is actually yours. Knowing that there is no one higher up than you that is profiting from your hard work. But there’s stress, there’s no health insurance, and there’s not much stability.

We’ve been working for ourselves since 2003, and we’ve had a lot of ups and downs. We were irresponsible with our money and our credit. We were young and immature all those years ago. We squandered much of our success. We were hit hard by the economic downturn and have been humbled. We’ve struggled to build ourselves back up and out of the hole we had dug. We did it, though. We finally did it.

We paid every last bit of debt we had. We’re debt-free. That means we are finally able to save money! Real, actual amounts of money. When we realized we had a good chunk, instead of celebrating being 50% towards a down payment on a house, we invested the

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The Worst Thing Ever

My mother-in-law gave me this yesterday. She was cleaning out some junk, and this was in the pile of crap she decided to get rid of. A friend of hers had picked it up at a yard sale thinking it was funny, and my mother-in-law was too sweet to tell that friend just how repulsive she thought the thing was. So she gave it to me, with instructions to “give it away or break it” making it very clear that she didn’t ever want to see it again. And who can blame her?

It’s awful. It’s horrendous. It’s even a little creepy. And you know what I’m going to do with it? Keep until Christmas, and then give it back to her. I have exactly 6 months to wait with this monstrosity, and I’m not sure I could make it even a day longer.

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5 years

5 years ago today, I was on a cruise ship docked in Key West, marrying my husband.

A cruise ship isn’t the most glamorous backdrop for a wedding, let me tell you. In fact, it was pretty ugly. Truthfully, though, I wouldn’t change a thing. It’s not the details that are important. The most important thing was the commitment we were making to each other.

Immediately after the ceremony the ship departed for Mexico. I really should have been wearing sunglasses for the outdoor shots. It was so sunny! But you know what? That doesn’t matter either. I was married to Paul, and nothing was more important than that.

We were already out to sea when it came time to cut the cake. The frozen cake. The frozen, flavorless, awful cake. It’s okay, I didn’t mind. I still don’t. Everything that wasn’t “perfect” just became a funny detail to reminisce about later. I love this shot. It truly sums up the wretchedness that was that cake. Neither of us is a big fan of cake anyway.

Next to marrying my best friend, the second best part of our wedding was afterward. We got to spend 4 days vacationing with the

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BBQ and Cannolis

Last night my wonderful best friend, who has stuck with me through the past 20 years, took me out for BBQ. We gambled on a place we had never been, and we won. Sweet Lucy’s is just a 20 minute drive from home, and on Mondays they have a buffet. Have you ever heard of such a wonderful thing? A BBQ buffet? For $20 you really can’t beat it. The sheer variety of foods we got to try was amazing. The ribs were great, the pulled pork and chicken were awesome, and the brisket was fantastic. The baked beans were excellent. The mac and cheese? To die for. I tried collards for the first time ever, and really enjoyed them, too. I didn’t bring my camera, so I don’t have a single picture. I can tell you with certainty, though, that there is no other BBQ place I want to go to anymore. If you happen to be in the Philadelphia area on a Monday, go to Sweet Lucy’s buffet. You will not be disappointed.

To make the evening even more special, Carrie’s boyfriend Brian brought me a gift. A sweet and delicious gift. A cannoli kit! Did you

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Best Laid Plans

I was too optimistic; I do that sometimes. I work things up in my head to some amazing ideal, and then something ends up being off. No big deal, except when I blog about it beforehand.

Last night’s birthday dinner wasn’t everything I expected it to be, though it was still lovely and wonderful.

I was over zealous with the sausage, and ended up over-sausaging my lasagna. It was still delicious, just very sausagey. That’s what I get for posting about it before eating it. For claiming it’s perfect and never needs tweaking. This batch needed a tweak.

My dad got caught in major traffic, and didn’t get home from work until an hour after dinner time. We ate without him.

My sister got caught up at work, and she ended up 3 hours late for dinner. I microwaved her a plate, and I still got to spend some time with her on my birthday, which was great, but we were all very tired by that point and her visit was short. Also, she did not bring her friend.

My step-father-in-law was ill, and couldn’t make it. He didn’t want to risk getting me and my fetus sick, which was

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Today I am 32. This is the last birthday I will spend as a childless weirdo, and I’m enjoying it to the max. I purchased some things that are sort of for the baby and sort of for me, for a great price, from a lady on craigslist. I plan to make something awesome out of it for the baby, that will later be disassembled and then be for me. Cryptic enough? I’ll write a post with pictures when I get around to creating the masterpiece.

I’m doing a load of laundry, even though I typically resolve to do not a stitch of housework on my birthday. It’s okay, though, because I’m only doing it so I can wear a specific article of clothing this evening for dinner.

I’ll be making a fantastically huge and awesome lasagna for said dinner, and I plan on posting the recipe soon. I’ve gotten past the nausea, and have been happily back in the kitchen. This lasagna has been a crowd pleaser for as long as I’ve been making it. It’s actually the first successful recipe I created, and I did it back when I was 19 and had no idea how to cook.

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