Graduation season is upon us. I’ve heard of so many graduations this year. It seems like everything can be celebrated and commemorated these days and some of it is a bit surprising. Aren’t all graduations the same old thing? This of course coming from me who chose not to walk for my Master’s ceremony. I surprised a lot of people by not doing it. All the pomp and circumstance just didn’t appeal to me after having a few already. Try…
A couple years ago my husband and I went on a high protein diet to get ourselves in tip-top shape for our wedding. We would meal plan on Sundays for our meals throughout the week. We found that the best source of high protein and low carbs for us was chicken salad. We made probably a dozen different style chicken salads including barbecue that had grilled onions and a carrot slaw, Mediterranean with kalamata olives and peppers and we even…
Yesterday my lovely cousin, her husband and my Grandad were coming to visit in the early afternoon. They were generous enough to offer lunch delivery. Somehow when I text her the order to the ever-delicious In-N-Out Burger I forgot to specify “with cheese.” She promptly text to clarify and I sent an astounding “yes cheese please!” reply. The omission of such an accompaniment to a burger is potentially problematic. And when it’s the order for my ailing mother and caretaker father,…
The internet is full of tips and tricks for travelling with babies. And wacky and expensive gadgets for it too. Prior to every flight with little ones I spend a bit of time on Google checking for new ideas to keep the peace. While there are great ideas out there, this article is here to offer some insight on travelling with baby or toddler that I haven’t seen anywhere else. First things first, no one knows your kid like you do. You…
Travel can be amazing and agonizing all at the same time. Amazingly filled with excitement and anticipation. Seeing new places, faces, things, or even familiar ones. Whatever the reason for where you go, there’s one feeling no one wants to know on the journey. The antagonizing antecedent to an awful experience. Usually attributed to aches in the act and expenditures of travel. Alright, enough high school vocabulary now… We’ve all been there. The unexpected expense. Ah heck, you may totally be…
My daughter is 5 years old. Most of the time it is a delightfully wondrous age to witness in her. Other times I wonder what on Earth has taken over the mind of my child. She seems to spawn into a wannabe teenager with moods and demands that are well beyond her few years. What happened to the excitement over the cheap toy in the cereal box and playing with Barbies until you were 12? I know I played with…
The side dish. The important meal-balancing decision made every night. Typically the protein is the more detailed and time consuming factor of the entree. Most of the thought for deciding on what’s for dinner revolves around the main portion of the plate and once that’s chosen you fall to the accompaniments. What goes well with….? I like foods well prepared and seasoned, but that take little effort. Typical sides in my house are veggies. I like my kids to eat plenty…
Terminal illness is terrible. Not only for the morbidly obvious reason, but the route there is riddled with unpleasantness when you’re inflicted with an illness like ALS. If you’re not familiar with ALS, please read my other post ALS Sucks. ALS takes over any and all voluntary motor abilities the patient has. Therefore, as the illness progresses and abilities are lost, they are in need of tools to help. Anyone with ALS should have a referral for an occupational therapist…
Have you heard of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis? No? How about the ice bucket challenge? Yeah, I thought that would ring a bell. The whole ice bucket fascination that swept the web last year was an incredible and completely unexpected explosion of awareness for ALS. The challenge was a sort of dare and a call to donate to the cause for much needed research in search of a cure for the disease. If you were nominated for the challenge you were expected…
I grew up pretty sheltered. If I had a nickel for every time someone said I grew up in a box I wouldn’t be in agony over my freshly pink high-lighted white down comforter care of my daughter’s friend who came over to play. Oh great, I gave away the ending. … Ah yes, my sheltered life. When my brothers and sisters were little our house was not the destination for our friends. My parents were just not the type…