My new obsession, as my husband calls it, has been Dia De Los Muertos.
And just like last year, I vowed that I would celebrate the holiday that does not fear death but instead celebrates life. And this year, I tried. Well, harder than last year at least.
Things to accomplish as it pertains to Dia De Los Muertos before I die:(fitting, no?)
We go to extremes. Love. Hate. Right. Left. Anorexic. Morbidly Obese. I went to one extreme with my blog post — “Imperfect Body.” My teeth were on edge as I felt saturated with images of much-too-thin women being dubbed as having the “perfect body.” Now that I have ground down one of my canines and spoke with my better half, I’m reminded that there is another side to this. Another extreme.The Other Side Of The Scale – Our American Bodies
What has happened to the credibility of this blog? First I try to promote a blog post and solicit readers by going on Twitter and saying that I’ve got an illustration of a “boob“? Now this?
Ignite Phoenix 10 presentation - Why I Love It When My Hooker Gets The Ball. Why I Love Playing Rugby.
Photo by (CC) Devon Christopher Adams & @nooccar
Speaking at Ignite Phoenix 10 was a tremendous experience. I was already becoming an Ignite Phoenix groupie from my first Ignite Phoenix night experience — Ignite Phoenix 8 — but I needed to take the leap and become an Ignite Phoenix veteran. Read on.
Traditionally a cobb salad includes rows of protein and vegetables organized neatly over a bed of lettuce with the most common combination being chicken, hard boiled eggs, blue cheese, bacon, avocado, tomatoes, celery and carrots. This recipe takes some of the basic principles of the cobb salad presentation but replaces the protein with honey-glazed chipotle shrimp and removes some of the lighter vegetables and replaces them with tropical fruits and grilled corn.
My husband claims to have two superpowers. I’ve seen both of these in action, and can confirm some level of supernatural spookiness. The first is that he can summon rain/snow/dust storms. Mostly rain. All he has to do is clean his car. The degree of the bad weather to follow (always within 24 hours) is directly proportional to the degree of cleanliness his car has attained. The second is that no matter what time of day, no matter where he is, if he jumps into the shower with the radio on, the Red Hot Chili Peppers will have a song that gets air time. He’s got a 75% hit rate on that one. But, in MY opinion (and seeing as how this is MY blog), these superpowers pale in comparison to his abilities as a classically-trained Chef. For the past few years, we have watched as the dinners put on our table keep getting tastier and tastier (and sadly, our waistlines bear witness). It is time to share the ideas that my Chef Hubby comes up with. Frankly, I want to brag a little bit. I have a Chef in my kitchen.
Curly, unruly hair. That’s what I have. And I’ve been growing it out for 11 years. Why 11 years? Why the heck not?
Ok, in truth, when I fist started dating the hubby-then-boyfriend, he told me that he liked long curly hair and I admitted that I did too but due to a series of misadventures my hair was never longer than shoulder length.
Taken a couple hours after it was done. It’s the word “strength” in braille. I got it for my brother who is blind who is the closest thing to me.
Now this is cool. A tattoo that has real meaning.
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