Someday, Cookin’ with Q posts are going to start alternating with my trying-to-diet-and-exercise posts, because I’m going to need it. Cookin’ with Q. Joggin’ n’ Wheezin’ with Janae.
I got home from work today to find he’d left the office, gone to the grocery store and was already halfway through prepping dinner. A really pretty, colorful dinner. Continue reading Cookin’ with Q: Jambalaya
Remember Cookin’ with Q, when we first started dating and I was in shock someone in my apartment was making not-frozen-dinners for dinner? Continue reading Sunday Night Cookin’ with Q!
It’s been awhile. I’ve had trouble writing on this blog lately – no new photo albums to share, no terribly crazy stories to tell (which sometimes is a good thing!), and not much at all to complain about. Also, I find the more I write at work, the less I’ve been writing at home. Not necessarily a bad thing, since I love what I write at work, but it is a big change. Continue reading New art.
I’m stuck in this one-way tunnel – that I wasn’t supposed to be in – to an airport I don’t need to be going to – in a city I don’t know – with a dying cell phone.
And I start crying.
But just how did a day trip to Boston get so emotional?
Let’s go back.
Continue reading The Day I Wanted Crab Cakes and Ended Up in a One-Way Tunnel to the Airport.
Sipping quickly from a coffee mug, I’m about to leave to go speak to (and with) a group of Capital Region bloggers I’ve never met. I’ve been asked to talk about creating blogs worth reading – and how to share them, how to promote them.
So I’m thinking. And thinking quick, because quite honestly, I convinced myself until 2p.m. today this talk was tomorrow night. Continue reading Ten minutes on storytelling.
I look at 2011, when I posted 165 times, and 2012, when I posted 86 times.
It’s 2013, and it’s February 19, and I’ve posted 3 times.
And I go into a slight panic about where it all went, the posts I’m not writing, the photographs I’m not taking – the readership I’m surely losing as you all forget about me, moving on to bigger and better and more loyal bloggers… I panic about all that writing logged by 23 and at 23.5 and a day, where have all my words gone? Continue reading Twenty three point five.
It’s 4:25 p.m. the day of the Super Bowl, and we’re about to have some friends over for the game. The veggie platter is made, pizzas ordered, onion dip mixed, the frozen T.G.I. Friday snacks in the freezer just in case we run out of food or I really want a jalapeño popper.
The apartment is nearly done – as done as it can be until spring when we can open the windows and paint the walls, which leads to new curtains and photos hung. It’s hard to believe we’ve been here for a month already. I haven’t blogged a lot recently for a number of reasons – 1) I lost my camera charger in the move and it’s been a traumatic photo-less couple of weeks, 2) I’ve had a lot of writer’s block lately when it comes to this blog, 3) When I spend 8 hours writing on my laptop at work, I avoid it when I get home, and 4) Ryan and I had this bright idea of chipping all the crappy white paint off the metal radiator in the bathroom bit by bit with a screwdriver and until that tedious project’s done, my schedule’s pretty booked.
Continue reading The One About Living With The Boy: Super Bowl Edition