We love, love, love pizza in our house. Despite the fact that Zoe doesn’t like pizza sauce and Abbi doesn’t like toppings other than cheese but still insists on having pepperoni pizza. And I could eat pizza every single day! No, really.

So, color me happy when I had the chance to try out Pillsbury’s Artisan Pizza Crust!

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As long as I can remember, the world has never been void of pressures for people to look a certain way. From beautiful baby contests to competitions that tell you if you are model-material. From magazines that feature air-brushed actors to stores that sell “skimpy & sexy” and market them as “trendy and cool”. And this week has gone by with no exception.

Unless you’ve been avoiding all forms of media this week, you’ve already heard the uproar around Abercrombie & Fitch, a clothing store that has been known for the racy ads, seductive store images, and obscene amounts of cologne & music oozing from their store fronts. If not, let me give you the quick & dirty version — In 2006 (that’s 7 years ago, mind you), the CEO of Abercrombie & Fitch was quoted as saying stuff like A&F targets the “cool kids” and not everyone should be wearing their clothes (i.e. “fat chicks”). {I paraphrased. But you can read the 2006 Saloon.com article for yourself.} Read the rest of this entry…

When I tell people that I am lactose intolerant, their immediate reaction is to give me a look of pity, as though I’ve just told them that I’ve been living on a deserted island for the past 30 years, eating nothing more than raw fish and coconuts.

Awe! So you can’t have ice cream? Or cereal? How sad!

Here’s my secret: I eat ice cream. Mostly chocolate or some vanilla infused with some sort of chocolate. Lots of chocolate. I love me a cold glass of milk for dunking my Oreos. A bowl of cereal is my favorite mid-night snack. I practically lived off cereal during all three of my pregnancies! Read the rest of this entry…

Zoe loves to watch me. It’s kind of creepy at times but then, in her 5 year old sweet voice, she’ll tell me she’s watching me so she can learn how to be a grown up. You know, for when she’s “18 and needs to learn to make my own macaroni and cheese or put on make-up.”

Sometimes we forget that these little humans are watching our every move. Learning, absorbing, taking our cues on how to navigate this very large world. That is, until they repeat one of our less-than-stellar moments and we’re all “where on earth did you learn that? Darn those neighbor kids!” Oh, wait, they learned that from me. Ouch! Read the rest of this entry…

Living in limbo is not my favorite place to be. I don’t like waiting on other people. And that is exactly where we are right now.

We’re waiting on a person from a bank to decide whether or not we’re a good investment. Whether we can afford the payment on a loan to buy the house we want. A loan payment equal to the one we’re already paying in our current situation.

We’re waiting, hoping someone else does not swing in and purchase the house we want.

Waiting.

I’m not good at waiting.