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 […]
November 18, 2012
Sometimes I wonder what my window full of plants looks like from outside. Suspicious? Most of the time I’m just excited they’re still alive.
September 16, 2012
Albany/Saratoga friends, need family photos for the holidays? Have a child who lost his or her first tooth? Have cute animals you want to capture? Have crap you need to sell on Craigslist? Let me know. I’ll take the photos for nothing but my own fun.
September 3, 2012
Ahdem had started the day telling Andrea and I “You’ll never forget this in your life.” I like to think I have a pretty good memory, and for the things I’m afraid I’ll forget, I’m known to document heavily – too heavily, in some opinions. And in all those stored up memories – good, bad, […]
August 29, 2012
It’s rare that two weeks go by without a blog post, and it makes me laugh when people notice and then ask me what’s going on. A few times, people have thought I quit. Other times they’re worried something is wrong – this week, you were curious about, “Hey, when are you going to blog? […]
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 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.” […]