I know it’s been a few days since the glory of the chocolate covered bacon…I thought I’d let that resonate a bit. My dreams are still haunted by the salty sweet goodness, which I’m considering experimenting more with. It’s just so darn tasty! I actually begin to salivate when thinking about it…. When I was … Continue reading
Each week, on Saturday evenings, my house is invaded by a group of — well — nerds. Make no mistake, these are certainly the coolest of nerds. You won’t see taped up eyeglasses or pocket-protectors (unless they’re hidden from sight in various backpacks or messenger bags). What you will see are newly released techy type … Continue reading
One of the reasons I just love the summer-time, aside from all the obvious reasons, is just the sheer amount of delicious food that everyone is inspired to make for BBQ’s! Cooking and eating outside — maybe it’s some type of genetically inherited predilection (ala Clan of the Cave Bear? You with me here?) but … Continue reading
In a rather heart-breaking turn of events, Rowan’s first trip to the beach was not the magical family-running-hand-in-hand-down-the-beach-pulling-kites-laughing-happy-happy-joy-joy time that we had envisioned. It was windy at the coast — really, really super windy. There was sand flying everywhere. For a rather fastidious little person that does not enjoy being dirty, she handled it well, … Continue reading
Even after 13 years of not really playing, I still consider myself a musician. It never really releases its hold on you… The story of why I no longer play is long, complicated and features debaucherous activities on a delinquent boys ranch in southern Missouri. So — we’ll leave that for another post. Though it … Continue reading
Lest there exist any misguided notions that all in the Mager house is fresh quiche and overly analytical compromise…you ought to be aware that we too, experience the following, ah, misfortunes…. ******** Extreme yogurt disasters requiring immediate insertion into bathtub.
I have been possessed by a random entity that evidently desires, above all things, quiche. Quiche quiche quiche. So, I make quiche(s). One doesn’t want to quibble with random entities. And no, I’m not pregnant. The first time that this overwhelming urge hit, I did my best to ward it off. “I suck at making … Continue reading
(Note: I have the best husband in the world. I have to start out saying that, because parts of the following may sound disparaging and I want there to be no mistake — I love my husband dearly and think that he is awesome.) In the interest of full disclosure, both Donovan and I are … Continue reading
