As you may have gathered from some of my previous posts, while I don’t consider myself to be anything near an actual hoarder, I do have a tendency to collect and keep things that provide no real intrinsic value to my life. Usually I keep these things for one of three reasons: Nostalgia I am almost certain that at some point they will be useful again They got stuffed somewhere and I forgot I had them Reason #1 is why I keep things like expired driver’s licenses from various states. Reason #2 is why I have clothes in my closet…

September marked the 3rd anniversary of my 29th birthday. It’s not that I think I’m old, it’s just that more and more often I realize my lifestyle is slowly sliding into something settled. Not that it’s a bad thing. It’s just a thing. I want to spend my time differently now – I just can’t help but notice the changes. Like when I’m sitting on the couch on a Friday night, watching television with my cat and my husband, struggling to keep my eyes open after 10:30. There used to be at time in my life when 10:30 meant I…

So, I just realized the Big Buck Hunter has been in our front entryway for OVER TWO YEARS. I keep holding out hope that one day we’ll class it up enough to move that thing somewhere… not so obvious. Like a Man Cave. Chris DEFINITELY needs a Man Cave. I think his new ploy is keep buying hideously unsophisticated things that have no business in the house so that we end up with so much redeneck man-crap in our front foyer that I have no choice but to agree to let him have a man cave. And, oh, yeah, his…

The twins, Frick and Frack, have a younger sister, A-Star. Here is a picture of the three of them: And now the lovely miss A-Star has gotten married. I will share that story in another post, but the lead-in here was that the twins and I took a flight out to Iowa last weekend for the wedding. On the return flight, I was sitting middle seat, between my husband on one side and Frick on the other. We had stopped for a layover and this was the second leg of our flight. My husband happened to glance over and notice…

For their birthday this year, Frick and Frack (that’s my husband and his twin, in case you were having trouble following there) got to go on a fishing boat in Cabo with their friends Sleepy E, Wobbie, and Vegas. It was Sleepy E’s idea (shout out to him and the lady), and it totally rocked. It wasn’t supposed to be a whale-watching tour, but they got to see THIS: And then, to top it all off, Chris caught a 160# Striped Marlin. Well, it was really a collective effort, but Chris happened to be the one holding the reel at…

Oh yes that’s right. I said mustaches. You see, the thing about cruises is that there’s a lot of time at sea. And, aside from stuffing your face at the breakfast buffet, the 24-hour grill/pizzeria, the lunch buffet, the dinner seating, and the late-night buffet, the only other thing to do is drink, gamble, lay by the pool, visit the spa, or some combination of any of those. (There’s also a fitness center, but who wants to go to THAT on vacation?!) So our ingenious friends Sleepy E and Mrs. Sleepy (you may remember them from Prank of the Century…

The Husband and I are preparing to take a cruise for our anniversary this year. Since I have an irrational fear of being completely disconnected from work, I was reading through the shipboard internet options to see how feasible it is to periodically check my work emails during our vacation. I came across this polite-but-snarky blurb that demonstrates the cruise line’s obvious frustration with people who complain about dumb things. It’s like if someone were to gift you an expensive Lamborghini and the first thing you do is look at at and go, “Oh.. hmmm… gray? I would’ve preferred it…