God of Paleo eating, forgive me for I have sinned. About four years ago, Brandon and I embarked on a month of Whole 30 eating in an effort to figure out what was destroying his digestive system. The Whole 30 cuts all added sugar, alcohol, grains, beans and legumes, soy, and dairy products for 30 … More Food Anxiety
I stood in line for an hour and a half without a cart carrying a basket full of stuff and two boxes full of more stuff for $160 worth of merchandise today. There was much sighing. I kept telling myself, this might be the only day you have free child care and can actually go … More Praise God from whom all shopping bags flow…?
First off, sarahmwells.com is broken, and I’m unhappy about it. I kept hoping it would reset itself or just reappear, and after multiple attempts to contact customer service people at Google and at GoDaddy.com, I have given up, deleted the domain name entirely, and with any luck it’ll become available again in the next couple … More Looking for the Goods
Public Service Announcement: Tonight’s post is written with chocolate and merlot, preceded by a chocolate chip cookie, potentially followed by more chocolate. And more merlot. I’m not sure why tonight beat the snot out of me. Maybe several weeks of whizzing about has finally provoked the over-tired toddler in me to throw a tantrum. After I … More Advent Day 13: A Special Treat
This afternoon I posted a link to Dave Ramsey’s “Dear Occupy Wall Street” blog, which raised some discussion on Facebook. I am a fan of Dave Ramsey’s no-nonsense, pull yourself up from the bootstraps approach to personal finances, and I like his spitfire and sarcasm. He is straightforward and pulls no punches. He also holds … More Occupy Tea Wall Party Street and Why I Dislike This Conversation
I just finished going through the stack of papers that have accumulated since Thursday on the table of no return. Surely you have one of these–it’s the counter/hutch/bureau/table/drawer where the mail, bills, newspapers, checklists, kids’ drawings, homework, and other stuff that needs your attention goes when you need to clear off the dining room table … More The Table of No Return
I’ve been feeling some anxiety lately, that nasty little bug of an emotion that crawls in between your sheets each night, wriggling around so that all you can do is focus on it and where it might wriggle to next. Normally I’m not much of a worrier, but occasionally worry sneaks up on me and … More It’s Out of Your Hands