Its Been Awhile….

5 Months to be exact… I’m not sure how the last 5 months or better yet the last year has managed to escape me. Of course when life gets hectic this blog is the first to go.

Timehop reminded me the other day that I started my blog 4 years ago this week. What started as cooking blog, turned into “blog challenges” and my random ramblings about life. I’m pretty good at rambling. I’ve been through 3 name changes and even more life changes!

Either way, I’ve booked out time in the next few weeks to blog about somethings I’ve had on my mind. I hope you’ll continue read along and enjoy my random ramblings.

*More on the name change this week!


Just Be Real

Melissa says it how it is! Pop on over and check her out!

It’s so easy to pretend that things are wonderful when they’re not. That your life is picture perfect when it’s not. That you’re always happy when you’re not. I’m tired of seeing people put on a show for social media. I know several people that do just that and I find it insanely frustrating. I would love to just tell them “Hey, no need to paint a pretty picture for the world. Just be real”.

I’ll be the first to tell you my life isn’t perfect. I have bad days. I can be a hot mess. My marriage isn’t perfect. I have very lazy days where my house is a wreck, dishes and clothes are piled high and I don’t feel like doing anything about it. I have days where I’m down. I have days where I’m that I am not easy to live with.

The reality is that we’re…

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What I Learned on my Summer Vacation

I realize this title may be a bit misleading… My summer “vacation” was in reality only a few days, and while there were some important lessons learned, such as how to lose horribly at gin rummy, and that you can actually gain 5 pounds in 3 days if you drink and eat enough;those are not my summer lessons though.

It was a rough summer. In fact a large part of the summer I felt like I was drowning, I felt emotionally done, no empathy and mild compassion to be had. Mentally I was drained to a point where my brain felt heavy, and spiritually I may have been verging on dead. While we’re rounding halfway through September and I’m feeling again like “myself”, it wasn’t without some valuable lessons learned.

  • I learned, sometimes I need to be direct when people are asking me for something. Passive aggression and alluding to things just doesn’t work for me. In fact it’s okay to specifically say to someone can you please be more direct in what you’re asking.
  • I learned that it’s okay to stop going out of your way to reach out or do things for people when you realize it’s expected, instead of appreciated.
  • I learned I don’t have the energy to chase people.
  • I realized that one of my best resources was right under my nose. My wife doesn’t have all those fancy initials after her name for nothing. #freetherapy.
  • I realized that sending a single text message to say “You crossed my mind today” can rekindle a true friendship… no matter how long it’s been since you’ve last spoken.
  • I realized that my friends can tell when I’m “off”.
  • I’ve learned that it’s not all about being a social butterfly, and sometimes a Friday night at home with a pizza and a fire pit can be 100% more satisfying than trying a new restaurant or having a loud night out.
  • I’ve learned that it’s okay to not be okay. I’ve learned to own who I am, with no apologies and no excuses.


Two Years… On this platform anyways!

I logged onto WordPress this morning to see check my Reader (addicted) and saw the notification below. For those who aren’t familiar its, the WordPress way of wishing me a two year anniversary. I can’t believe its been two years since I switched over to this platform and closer to four years that I’ve kept a blog. I’ve been nothing but a blog slacker in the last year. Life has sped by in the crazy, beautiful way it tends to and other priorities have taken over. I do have a notepad filled with blogging ideas though and seeing this little “anniversary card” has reminded me just how much I miss putting thoughts down into words.  I shall return soon. 🙂


Guest Post: Your Toddler is NOT an A-hole

I think this is fabulous! I email my wife often with “Reason #584 not to have a child” great, hysterical read for all.

Mama Librarian

The following is a guest post written by my wonderful, brilliant wife.

My wife said I can write a guest blog post, so here I am, blogging. Swiping my digital citizen passport and waltzing into the 21st century…

I asked Emma to lend me her blog so that I could write about an issue in the blogosphere that’s been really bugging me lately: Child Shaming.

For those who aren’t sure what that means, let me clarify. There’s a whole pile of blogs, Facebook Pages and books that exist to talk about how difficult it is to raise kids. They generally do it with a humorous bent—making jokes about the fact that you’ve read The Very Hungry Caterpillar 37 times in the last three days, or about the fact that their tiny person colored on the wall again, this time with permanent marker…but at least this time baby’s artwork is…

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Pick Me! I’m “Cool”!

Remember how fun dating was? You know, trying to actually secure yourself a date is no easy feat.Or in my case signing up for Match.Com in the hopes of getting free drinks, and decent conversation? Once you secure the date, the fun really begins. You have to figure out what to wear, call up 10 of your girlfriends so they know where you’re going and what your dates name is and everything you know about them, in the event this date kidnaps you. You can never be too careful! Oh and then try to sell yourself to a person that you most likely know minimal about in the hopes that maybe there will be a second date. Fun Times right?! Yea I hated dating…

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I’ve learned in the last few months that making friends in my 30’s is a scary reminder of what dating in my 20’s was like. On a Friday night about, a year ago my church hosted a Ladies Night Out Fundraiser. That all sounds like a blast right? I”m not quite sure what part of me decided to step out of my comfort zone, and go to someones home, I’d never met ( that is the kind of thing Law and Order episodes are made out of) but I did. Bottles of wine in hand ( one for me, one for the host), wearing an outfit I put too much thought into, I joined a completely random group of women from church in this strangers basement and purchased some jewelery to help raise money for something. I wasn’t out looking to make friends, though truth be told a close friend and I were going through a rough patch and I thought it would be nice to meet some new people.

There I met an adorably funny lady who I hit it off with. Truthfully I think the only reason we hit it off was because, we had both had a decent amount to drink, thought the party games were stupid, and let the filters from our brains to our mouths go wild. People thought we were hysterical. I thought we were hysterical. Leaving the party that night, I thought I was well on my way to making a new friend.  Or not.

The lady from the party was so nice and yea we had a super great time, but nothing really came of it.I thought about emailing her to see if she wanted to have drinks but, I worried that might have bordered on stalker like. Honestly I was worried about rejection. While we were friendly at church with a wave or a short conversation here or there it never went much deeper.

Flash forward a year when we were thrown together on a project and were suddenly spending numerous hours together both in person as well as on email and text message. By the end of the project I was eating off her breakfast and dinner plates, and we were laughing like we’d known each other forever. Then the project ended. I expected, like the party we would continue to be friendly but not much would come of it.

Then she CALLED ME! Yup she called me and we set up a date. I suggested we bring a mutual acquaintance who we both know from church. After all what happens if we ran out of things to say to each other  before the drinks even came? I knew we could laugh and joke together, but I also knew we had a lot of differences. She had kids, I have a spoiled dog. We work in completely different fields, and didn’t know much else about each other. This could be a recipe for disaster or at least an incredibly awkward night.

The night of our “first date” I tried on about 4 different outfits, texting them to my wife to see what she thought. I dipped so low as to put the caption ” Do you think I look cool?”. All while thinking in my head I’m a professional, married woman and I want to know if I look cool?

Pick Me! I'm Cool!

Pick Me! I’m Cool!

The three of us devoured a lot of sushi and martinis and laughed for hours.Honestly the next day my stomach hurt from the amount we had laughed. I”m hoping that the laughs at least burnt off some calories.

Fabulous lady and I recently went out this past weekend just the two of us and she told me while getting ready to go out she had been speaking to her husband about how difficult it can be the make friends when you’re older.  We laughed about it for a minute but then agreed that being older it really makes it much more difficult to make new friends.

So what is it that makes, making friends in your 30’s so much more difficult than making friends when you’re in your 20’s?