Rosemary & Garlic Roasted Potatoes

Growing up, my mom had to twist my arm to cook. I was not a fan. It wasn't until I developed a crush on a professor (okay, graduate assistant instructor) in college that I decided I wanted to cook. David loved cooking and would treat his students to a buffet of delights at his home as we dropped off our big assignment. From that moment on, I wanted to learn how to cook. How lame, right? While nothing ever happened with my instructor, other than developing a nice friendship, I discovered

I Wish I Had Known

Nothing hits a girl's self-esteem harder than middle school and high school. Suddenly, you go from the happy-go-lucky girl playing outside, getting bruises, and generally not worrying about how you look to a girl who obsesses about her appearance and compares herself to other girls. The switch happens lightning-fast, at least, it did for me. My concerns about my body image began in high school. Puberty had kicked in and my high metabolism disappeared a day later. Instead of being able to eat

Party Pizza Bites

I do not like football. I would say hate, but that's probably too strong a word. I tolerate the game okay. Since I'm married to a man who loves football and the Green Bay Packers, football is now a part of my life.  Despite never being a fan, I do love the Super Bowl. Not the game itself, but rather all the other stuff: the commercials, the half-time show, and the food, the marvelous food. Every year, I love to make lots of tasty appetizers to eat while enjoying the spectacle with my husband

10 Books to Read in 2016

When I was a teenager, not yet 16, I hated taking the school bus home. Heck, I hated taking the school bus in general. So, on nice days, I would walk home the one and a half miles instead of riding the bus. On the walk home, I made two stops. The first being a pharmacy so I could peruse their candy selection before choosing one or two of my favorite candy bars to eat. The next was the library, one of my favorite places in the world. The small library filled with books and information captured

Driving Tractors & Climbing at the Children’s Museum

It's been a hell of a couple of weeks. Illness has infested our home. First, we were all struck by a nasty stomach bug. I thought I had avoided it, save one day of miserable nausea, only to find out I was wrong. Very wrong. Then, once everyone felt better, a cold virus infected us all. In fact, we are still fighting that vile bug. Due to our illnesses, my poor daughter Ginny missed going on her first field trip with her new preschool class to the Children's Museum. With her coughing plus

From Two to Three

A year ago, I anticipated the arrival of our third child, another daughter. As I made space in our home for her, I spent much time imagining how I would balance it all. Unlike the fear and nervousness I felt before Grace, our second-born daughter, was born, I eagerly and impatiently waited for our youngest's appearance. I wanted to see that my Sweet Pea was healthy and hold her in my arms. I couldn't wait to touch her sweet face and give her kisses and cuddles. While I did worry about how her

Chipotle Chicken Quesadillas

I've made no secret of the fact that Mexican is, by far, my favorite cuisine. I love everything about it, from the spices to the variety of dishes and sauces. Honestly, I could happily eat Mexican food every day and not be bored.  One dish I made (often) when I was single was quesadillas. Tortillas, cheese, and other fillers I craved. Basic goodness. It was quick and easy to make without having leftovers, unless I wanted them.  Luckily, I married a man who loves Mexican almost

Family Adventures

Each year I love to consider all the possibilities, all the places we might go. This year is no different. In past years, we've made trips to Minneapolis, South Dakota, and Chicago. When I got married to my husband, Chris, and moved to Illinois, I told him that we would have to visit my family in Florida once every calendar year, and we have. I've also made several trips to St. Louis (it used to only be a two-hour drive until we moved) and one girls' weekend with my sister and mom in New York

Facebook is Frustrating

On a whim, I started this blog many years ago. There were no visions of earning money or focus on getting readers. I just wanted to write what was in my heart. At some point, I decided I wanted more from my blog. I not only wanted to write, but I wanted people to read what I wrote; a novel concept. Around that same time, a Twitter friend of mine, Ginger, started a Facebook page. I had considered doing the same, but was chicken. What if no one followed me? What would I have to say? Ginger encouraged

Return to Preschool

After moving to our home in October, we tried to settle in the best we could. As we unpacked, I investigated the local preschools, trying to decide where we would send our four-year-old, Ginny.  Quickly, I grew frustrated. While there were several schools, some highly recommended, I noticed that the tuition for preschools here were significantly more expensive than what we had paid in the small town we moved from (the "cheapest" costing 35% more; most cost 50% more). Could we find a preschool