I learned an important fact about myself this week as Matt’s been away: I eat about a bajillion times healthier when he’s not around. This totally blows my mind because I’m constantly trying to sneak vegetables into all of our meals because heaven knows that man would never think to eat them of his own …
I’ve been intending to do one of the fun summer date ideas I posted about for awhile now, and Saturday, we were finally able to scratch up some time. Here’s the summary of the date idea copied and pasted from the other post: Go to a local farmers’ market (check out Local Harvest’s website …
As part of my quest for the good life, I’ve been trying really hard to cook healthy, homemade meals at least five times a week. Of course, in the summer (when I’m not working), this is easy-peasy. It helps that I find recipes such as this one for spaghetti and meatballs that practically cook …
When I was a wee sophomore in college, I had the glamorous job of working at the on-campus eatery called The Marketplace. Lucky for me, they stuck me in the desserts bar, where I restocked plates of truffle pie and stacks of chocolate-slab cookies and learned how to fold cloth napkins to look like poinsettias. But …
Yesterday I had to speak in church, so my mom and stepdad drove up from Bountiful to come support me (or maybe throw tomatoes). I ended up not writing my talk until about 45 minutes before I gave it because I was down in Bountiful on Friday and Saturday for the UGA Family History Fair …
With the onslaught of March, I have found myself positively clinging to all things spring (me and the rest of the world, it seems). Considering how long and dismal this winter has been, it’s totally understandable (although Matt reminded me the other day that people complain every winter and that this winter is hardly different …
Ever since getting back from my mission to El Salvador two and a half years ago, I have a harder time being alone than I ever used to. It takes me several hours to finally embrace the loneliness, and wth Matt being gone for most of this weekend, I had plenty of time to myself. Maybe it …
I may not get into Valentine’s Day as much as some people (meaning, I don’t decorate my apartment with pink heart garlands or expect my hubby to get me some big elaborate gift or plot what I’m going to wear on the 14th). I DO, however, wholeheartedly support any holiday that gives me an excuse …
