This week we were very happy to get to see some of our favorite bands from back in the day. In general, I am not a big fan of going to Boston (especially if it involves driving) for bands, but in this case, there were no Maine or New Hampshire options (at that time) so … Continue reading Bands with husband
So, the results are in! No big surprises to be found here. I am happy to know what I am made of, so to speak. I am grateful to my husband for giving me this gift. No Atlantean heritage in this mix. No Lilliputian. Just about a 50/50 split between Southern Europe (Italian) and Northwestern … Continue reading Who am I? RESULTS!
My husband and I went to see The B52's last night. As far as date nights go, this was a great one. We stopped to eat on the way to the show at Margarita's. I got a Blood Orange Margarita, and it was AWESOME. Note: There is no photo of the margarita because, sadly, I … Continue reading Dance this mess around
My husband was very inspired this year with his choice of birthday gift for me. He got me the MyHeritage DNA kit. Me: How did you know I wanted to do that?! He: Because every time a commercial for it came on or anyone was saying they did it for the last year, you … Continue reading Who am I really?
I have recently written about my evolving taste in movies. That got me thinking about some other things that I like now that I used to hate. Here are a few: Fish. With the exception of canned tuna, I hated fish. This may have stemmed from when I was young and mom made fish sticks for … Continue reading From sh*t list to hit list
I was coming home from an author talk and my husband (who was driving) noticed something by the side of the road. He: "Hey, did you see that?" No, I didn't see it. I never see anything. Me: "No, what is it?" He: "A hawk." Me: "No way!" Feeling bad that I missed it, he … Continue reading Message from hawk
When my husband and I first became interested in each other, I wasn't all in. I thought he was too good-looking, and that we'd have fun for a while, and then he'd get tired of me. Where did I get this idea? Oh, from many (many, many) of my past relationships. Me: "I give it … Continue reading I give it three months