There Will Be Vespas.
Tap, tap.
This thing on?
I feel like I need to get something out in the open. Read the rest of this gem…
Tap, tap.
This thing on?
I feel like I need to get something out in the open. Read the rest of this gem…
Recipe for rich, decadent, tagliarelle with truffle butter and why tequila is a bad, bad thing. Read the rest of this gem…
Pay attention for a second, because I’m about to get real.
Last weekend one of Justin’s troops from our last duty station stopped by for a visit while traveling up the coast. Read the rest of this gem…
How to install a hidden range hood and cover kitchen soffits with beadboard. You know — the important things in life. Read the rest of this gem…
So it turns out that I’m not a terribly synchronized person. I once described my dancing as a pug trying to swim — all wiggly and uncoordinated and ultimately spinning in circles when I know more should be happening, if I could only get all of my parts to cooperate. Read the rest of this gem…
It was Justin’s night for dinner.
“What are you making?” I asked, sniffing around the parsley and egg noodles, searching for the inevitable slab of beef, strip of bacon, or, at the very least, fillet of fish that would be accompanying our meal. Read the rest of this gem…
Back when I had an office job and I sat around making maps all day for the military, I had an opportunity to go to the big ESRI GIS conference in San Diego. At the time I’d never been to San Diego, and I was like YES! California! Sunshine! Acronyms! Beaches! Bring it! Read the rest of this gem…
The thing about Newport News — the city where we live — is that it has a bad rap. At least amongst the military circles that tend to influence how I feel about a place before I actually get there. Read the rest of this gem…
Okay. I know what you’re thinking. (Because, along with the rest of my vast array of talent, I am also a reader of minds. It’s amazing.)
You’re thinking, Really? She’s doesn’t even HAVE kids. I’m so done with this. Someone go make me a sandwich. Read the rest of this gem…
“I wouldn’t mind picking up a wok while we’re here.”
I glanced at Mei, my dad’s wife, who happens to be Chinese and is also an amazing cook. I tried to gauge her reaction to my news, but her face was blank. The woman is intensely nice, but she’s got a poker face that would make Clint Eastwood squirm during a friendly backyard game. Read the rest of this gem…