Today is my father’s 65th Birthday. Sixty-five. 65. The big 6-5. A senior citizen. Whoa, hold up, how is this even possible? I’m sure he’s asking himself the same question as he pops his vitamins and gets ready to go to bed at 9 sharp. Happy Birthday Dad. This post is for you. I see … More In My Eyes
Hey y’all, it’s been a while since I’ve posted! This blog isn’t meant to be a diary but more of a highlight reel, and boy do I have a good one. Months and months ago I went on about how I wanted a soaker tub. Our tub was shallow and also had a leak in … More Bathroom Renos and Broken Toes
I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while now but haven’t been really sure of how to start or what to really say at all. So here goes nothing. I’m 38 years old and I’m a little mushy all over…and I don’t want to be mushy all over. I’m 38 years old, work … More The Goal
Today I had my hair coloured and cut for the second time by a very talented hairdresser who I’ll call B. She spends a great deal of time making sure she has the perfect colours mixed and places the foils like her life depended on it. She and I chat about my daughter and about … More Ex husbands and hair dos
Music for the soul … More Feeding my soul
7:50pm and I have the urge to bake almond pound cake. The recipe is my mother’s and everything about baking almond cake makes me think of her. From the smell of almond extract to licking out the bowl-it has my mother’s kitchen written all over it. But my biggest memory and smile comes at the … More A pinch of nostalgia in late night baking
Food. Food? Food! My pantry and fridge are full to the brim with food. My head is full to the brim with inspiration….most days…and when I’m lacking inspiration there is always Pinterest. Cooking food is done to survive. But creating dishes is how I feel alive. The excitement I feel when ingredients come together and … More I cook to survive. I create to live.
Yup, that’s a lot of dead ducks and geese. They were not killed for sport but to put food on ours and other hunters tables. I had never eaten duck or goose until I met Darryl (minus that one time in chef training school). Actually, I hadnt eaten a lot of things until I met … More Duck duck goose
What would you say if someone said “I’m going to use a tiny razor blade and make a series of small cuts over and over again on your face while you’re awake…and you’ll pay me for it”. Sounds like torture right? I did it though. I got my eyebrows microbladed. Why? I don’t want to … More Pain for beauty
She whipped a candy at me. Yep, my lovely little girl went too far tonight. Welcome to “I’m a tired little kid that doesn’t know how to just chill out. I’m going to make everyone unhappy because I’m unhappy”. Welcome to motherhood at its finest. Wanna test your abilities as an adult? Try reasoning with … More She’s a beast when she’s tired. Moments being a mom sucks.