Rabbit Food

Vegan. The world makes me angry, confused, sad. How can people eat vegan when things like this exist: or this: I have never understood why people would put themselves through the torcher of avoiding such delicious foods. Vegetarianism I can kind of get, but not eating dairy products? What?? It’s not like it’s hurting the…

An Interview With My Mother

No, it’s not Mother’s Day. Yes, this is an interview with my mother. Why? Because she is funny and has some good perspective on life. She raised four daughters and lived to tell about it. She once had major brain surgery because my sisters and I literally made her lose her mind. Okay, not really.…

Redefining “Mother-in-Law”

When my friends tell stories about their terrible mothers-in-law, I laugh and pretend to understand their pain. I can commiserate, as I also have some difficult people in my life, but my mother-in-law, Virginia, just doesn’t happen to be one of them. With all of these mother-in-law horror stories, I have to wonder, how did I…

The Saddest Girl to Ever Ride a Bike

Yesterday I learned a valuable lesson: if you have had a stomach bug for a week and it is still in the stages of don’t-venture-further-than-10-feet-from-a-restroom, do not go mountain biking. But it was my only day off of work with Isaac, so I figured what the heck?  I thought that I would feel better once…

Do I Get a Cookie?

A problem I don’t typically suffer from is self esteem. I am often extremely proud of myself for doing completely normal and often necessary adult things like getting a pap smear, getting my oil changed, or vacuuming my house. I don’t think there is anything wrong with treating yourself to a new shiny electronic gadget or a…

A Roller Coaster Nightmare Come True

I may be scared of long plane flights, trying new foods, and skinny jeans, but roller coasters have never made me wince. After unofficially being adopted into my best friend’s family in 6th grade and spending almost every weekend at a theme park in Northern Virginia, I suddenly lived for the thrill of being hurled…

Bath Salts and Barbecue Sauce

Often times while standing in the line at the grocery store, I watch the cashier with an envious eye. I have no desire to stand in one spot for 8 hours while scanning and bagging food, but I do love the idea of getting to see what everyone is buying. I’ll admit it, I’m pretty…

The Obligatory “After Being Freshly Pressed” Post

On Thursday I received the email letting me know that I was being “Freshly Pressed.” At first I thought it was a joke, but since the sender was “wordpress editor”  it seemed pretty legit. Then I thought “maybe they accidentally sent it to the wrong person?” [Not because I don’t have faith in my writing,…