If you are a person of my age bracket (last of the baby boomers…), when you hear the word “sledgehammer” my guess is you flash back to the 80’s and the song by Peter Gabriel. “I want to be your sledgehammer, Why don’t you call my name..” If you are also like me, you now…
If you are a person of my age bracket (last of the baby boomers…), when you hear the word “sledgehammer” my guess is you flash back to the 80’s and the song by Peter Gabriel. “I want to be your sledgehammer, Why don’t you call my name..” If you are also like me, you now…
Isn’t it funny how you remember certain things about certain events? In my case, I am talking about the wine (big surprise there). The Winey Hubby and I have been married for 28 years (I was, um, a child bride, yeah, that’s it, a child bride), and while all of our anniversary celebrations have been…
Isn’t it funny how you remember certain things about certain events? In my case, I am talking about the wine (big surprise there). The Winey Hubby and I have been married for 28 years (I was, um, a child bride, yeah, that’s it, a child bride), and while all of our anniversary celebrations have been…
You know those days when you are running around catering to the needs of your very busy children who cannot drive yet? You coach, you carpool, you run a bake sale, you carpool, you volunteer at school, you carpool. It seems as if you never leave the car or get a chance to relax at home….
You know those days when you are running around catering to the needs of your very busy children who cannot drive yet? You coach, you carpool, you run a bake sale, you carpool, you volunteer at school, you carpool. It seems as if you never leave the car or get a chance to relax at home….
I have a confession to make. Don’t judge me. But — I have been buying Christmas gifts since August. OK, I know that sounds horribly annoying. And I would happily choke someone who says “I’ve had my Christmas shopping done since Labor Day”. And yes, I would choke them with a string of Christmas…
I have a confession to make. Don’t judge me. But — I have been buying Christmas gifts since August. OK, I know that sounds horribly annoying. And I would happily choke someone who says “I’ve had my Christmas shopping done since Labor Day”. And yes, I would choke them with a string of Christmas…
I love to cook. Please note I did not say bake. The Winey Daughter is the baker. She loves to measure and stir and decorate. I do not. However, give me a stove top, some olive oil, balsamic vinegar, herbs and some sort of meat/poultry thing-y (I cannot, sadly, do fish or the Winey Hubby…
I love to cook. Please note I did not say bake. The Winey Daughter is the baker. She loves to measure and stir and decorate. I do not. However, give me a stove top, some olive oil, balsamic vinegar, herbs and some sort of meat/poultry thing-y (I cannot, sadly, do fish or the Winey Hubby…
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