Tagged with holiday

Pies, Tarts, and Croissants, oh my!

As I have mentioned before, I’m married to a wonderful husband who loves to cook and enjoys preparing delicious fancy meals for me.  This past Thanksgiving, as usual my husband did all of the cooking while I played with the kiddos and hung out with the family.  There was one change this year though, my husband … Continue reading

Letter to myself: 18 years old

To 18-year-old me, As we enter 2013, there are a few things that I wanted to tell you. First, let’s talk about your eyebrows.  You might want to check out a salon for something called waxing or threading.  Seriously, don’t wait until you are 25 years old to get those furry caterpillars professionally groomed. But … Continue reading

A Parent’s Loss

For the past 3 days, I’ve purposely avoided the news.  Sure, I’ve read about the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting through a few articles on CNN and NYTimes.com and seen the posts on my Facebook newsfeed, but I refused to watch any television reports.  Call it dysfunctional or what you may, but this is the way … Continue reading

The Christmas Song Game

When it comes to dumb random luck, I have none.  Zippo.  My husband, on the other hand, seems to have fairy gold dust sprinkled on his head on a regular basis or something because he’s one of those lucky people who always wins random big prizes (a free iPad, tickets to the Broadway musical Rent, … Continue reading

Christmas Cards

Every year, my husband and I go through the same dialogue. Me: “Should we send out Christmas cards this year?” Him: grunt, shrug. “Sure.” Me: “Will you help me write messages and addresses, put on stamps?” Him: “No, I don’t think so.  Let’s not do cards this year. “ Me: “Hmmm…well…yeah, let’s order some cards. … Continue reading

Thanksgiving

I’ve been blessed with one of those awesome spouses who loves to cook and is extremely good at it.  In fact, in the 7.5 years that we’ve been married, I’ve probably have done less than 10% of the meal preparation.  Even when he was a busy surgical resident, it was not unusual for my husband … Continue reading