April 23, 2013
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, […]
April 21, 2013
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? New record – I haven’t eaten a frozen dinner in more than four months. And he made shelves this week, so now I have to figure out how we’re going to decorate […]
August 15, 2012
I was at the Altamont Fairgrounds yesterday for work and went rogue for a few minutes between responsibilities. Tonight, we grilled. Giraffes, burgers and milkshakes – just a few shots from the week.
July 30, 2012
There once was a time no one read my blogs. At least, no one subscribed to its every post. There were 300 blog posts (on various sites) before I ever had 15 followers. And every post was quite silly. And what I talked about really didn’t matter. Who was going to judge me? My roommate, […]
July 29, 2012
“Had my dream again where I’m making love, and the Olympic judges are watching. I’d nailed the compulsories, so this is it, the finals. I got a 9.8 from the Canadians, a perfect 10 from the Americans, and my mother, disguised as an East German judge, gave me a 5.6. Must have been the dismount.” […]
June 21, 2012
While Ryan was cooking dinner the other night, I looked over and saw him taking photos to document the process himself. I’m so proud. Guest post #2. Recipe time. hominahominahominahomina…. It’s important to begin every cooking excursion with a nice meditative mantra. I yell that at the top of my lungs… oh, 20, 30 times […]
June 19, 2012
Q’s BBQ Chicken Wrap. It’s all about the bleu cheese. He cooks, I document and do the dishes. He writes song lyrics, I write blogs. He sings, I share. New one from Karma’s Army! Coming soon: Thoughts on Fifty Shades of Grey. Oh, my.