Lenten Challenge 2017: No Social Media

It’s been almost two weeks since I cut myself off from Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. Believe me when I say it’s been one of the toughest things I’ve ever done. Up until March 1 (Ash Wednesday), I had been spending a lot of time checking out my feeds and getting caught up with what’s happening in politics and current events. I hadn’t realized how much time and energy that was sucked up until I stopped cold turkey.  Continue reading


Thanksgiving 2011 Countdown

Even though Thanksgiving is 2 days away, I’m in serious denial and already behind schedule. But it’s OK—everything will come together in the end, right? Anticipation is often far worse than the actual work itself, or that’s what I keep telling myself.

Must breathe. Breathing is good.

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Thanksgiving Cook-off Countdown

I’m a glutton for punishment. Although the Big Meal is less than 48 hours away, I have yet to begin the actual shopping for ingredients. Right now, it’s pouring rain, the temperature is dropping, and the roads are pretty slick. I’m debating as to whether I should shop now (while most people are snug at home) or face the horde tomorrow morning. Heads, stay home; tails, go out. (Coin toss at the end of my post.)

Tomorrow afternoon, I’m having my first official playdate for the Princess and four of her friends from her first grade class. Activities include cookie decorating, crafts, and the Wii. The playdate is actually freaking me out more than cooking Thanksgiving dinner.

Somehow I let HB convince me to host the playdate on the day before Thanksgiving. At the time I was thinking, “Sure, I’ll be doing a favor for those moms who’ll need to do their shopping/food prep,” while forgetting that I could probably use the afternoon myself. D’oh [head smack].

Although I should be in some kind of catatonic state, a part of me knows that somehow my cooking/baking spirit guides will come through for me in the end. After all, I live for the stress, the adrenaline rush, and the final collapse at the finish when I say, “I’m never doing this again. Or at least I’ll plan it better next time.”

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