A Well-Oiled Machine

We had a nice four-day weekend. Hectic and busy, but ’tis the season, right? This, despite The Cold From Hell. Tuesday, Tara said she was getting sick. Despite ingesting copious amounts of Vitamin C, echinacea, and oregano oil (god, she’s such a hippie!), there was no staving off the inevitable. By Wednesday it had turnedContinue reading “A Well-Oiled Machine”

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NNWM/24: Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving! Pretty laid back day for us today. For the first time in years, we did not host. We did not go anywhere, either. It ended up just being me, Tara, and Audrey – but that was alright. I found a small turkey at Chuck’s Produce (9.something lbs.) and we just downscaled everything else.Continue reading “NNWM/24: Happy Thanksgiving”

NNWM/23: Wednesday, Bloody Wednesday

Thanksgiving Eve! Can you believe it? Work productivity always takes a hit the day before a long holiday weekend, and today was no exception. I may have contributed to that just a little by kicking off the day with Bloody Marys in the office. I had promised them to my team, and decided today wouldContinue reading “NNWM/23: Wednesday, Bloody Wednesday”

NNWM/16: Turkey Panic

I was shopping for groceries after work today, when it suddenly dawned on me that Thanksgiving is barely a week away. For a split second, I panicked. There was nothing Thanksgiving-related on my shopping list. No potatoes, no stuffing, no cranberries, no sexy Pilgrim babes. (What, there’s no such thing? Well, there should be). WeContinue reading “NNWM/16: Turkey Panic”

You Are What You Eat

Tonight, I’m planning on watching my favorite horror movie of all time. Wouldn’t that make more sense around Halloween? you may be wondering. Hey, I love The Shining as much as the next person. The Exorcist is creepy. That damn doll in Annabelle is enough to give anybody nightmares. All are fine horror movies best viewed in October. But the movie that inspiresContinue reading “You Are What You Eat”

That’s Fahrenheit, Not Celsius

It was cold this morning. 23 frosty degrees. I realize in some parts of the country that might be considered downright balmy, but in the Pacific Northwest, that’s about as cold as it ever gets. I’m going on my 20th winter here, and I speak from experience: it drops into the teens occasionally, and onceContinue reading “That’s Fahrenheit, Not Celsius”