Once upon a time, I married an IT guy/web designer.
And it just so happens that having free tech support on hand isn’t such a bad thing.
He designed the blog which you’re visiting right now. But he’s done a lot of other work as well. Check out the website for his business, RDB Interactive. As you can see, he’s sort of a jack-of-all-trades when it comes to computers and design.
Some fun facts about me, in no particular order:
I have scars up and down both shins which I earned when I fell down my parents’ back steps. Twice.
I have sprained my wrists more times than I can count, after falling while trying to roller skate. Eventually I gave up on the rollerskating thing. It was for the best.
I like to cook. In related news, I have scars all over my hands and wrists from burns and cuts. My favorite are the two on my knuckles from where they touched the oven rack.
I have rolled my ankle and fallen in public more times than I can possibly count. This includes my worst day ever, the story of which still makes my mom laugh until she cries.
If you’ve spent any time at all reading my blog (and if you have, I humbly thank you, truly) you know that weight has been an issue for me throughout my life.
Even when I was a little girl and not overweight at all, I was still bigger than the other girls in my class. Taller, bigger boned, with chipmunk cheeks. I would never be tiny and petite.
Kids don’t understand that. To them, “big” means “fat”. “Fat” usually means “Picked on mercilessly”.
Dreams. We all have ’em.
If you’re anything like me, you’ve spent a lot of time second-guessing them. You may have put your dreams in a box for one reason or another, either lovingly “for later” or angrily because you didn’t feel as though they could come true.
You may store this box o’ dreams under your bed, where it’s always right there waiting for you. Or maybe it’s on the tippy top shelf of your closet behind a bunch of junk. Better to not remind yourself of what could have been “if only”.
Today may be Ash Wednesday, but that doesn’t mean you have to give up all indulgence for the next 40 days.
Otherwise how would you be able to enjoy lusciousness such as that which I’m sharing with you right now? And it is luscious, and it is worth breaking a few Lenten promises for. Plus it’s a perfect Valentine’s Day dessert!
Let’s talk about fat hate, especially the stuff going on last week.
First it was the hoopla over Chris Christie’s girth, which has been a running gag since he first hit the public eye but seemed to reach a fever pitch last week, between his appearance on Letterman (God bless his donut eating heart) and the comments made by that former White House doctor which resulted in a characteristic smackdown.
We all live. But how many of us are living intentionally?
Let’s get real.
How much of our days are spent moving mindlessly from one activity to another? Multitasking, which basically means doing a bunch of things half-assed and not actually paying full attention to anything?
Meanwhile, how many times do you find yourself saying “I’d love to do that…if I had the time”?
I need help.
Those three words. So easy to say, so difficult to muster the courage to whisper.
Is it just me? Am I the only person who feels as though I need to handle everything on my own?
It can’t be. Or else there wouldn’t be so many women (and men) who complain of feeling overwhelmed, overworked, overextended.
Jackie’s comment from last Monday had me laughing at myself:
Today… I went to the gym and then finally splurged and bought myself the “good” shampoo & conditioner.
This was SO me for the longest time. Years and years. I would buy the 99 cent shampoo and conditioner as a rule (ask my husband, he’ll confirm this).
Friends, I promised you a long time ago that I’d share with you how to make what is (for reals) quite possibly the greatest cheesecake – nay, dessert – I have ever created.
I wouldn’t lie to you, would I? Nope.
And let’s not forget, healthy choices aren’t just about organic rabbit food.
Balance. Right? Right.
So let’s talk about Peanut Butter Cup Cheesecake, then.