I’m finally (kind of, sort of) over the Colts’ loss a few weeks ago that I think I can finally talk about the Superbowl. And I promise I’ll make only one catty comment about the Saints. Maybe two. Some of Rand’s colleagues were over from the U.K. and joined us, along with a handful of…
I am really, really tired. We got back into town about three hours ago from our Glasgow/London trip, and I am doing my best to fight off sleep – it’s not quite 8 pm on Wednesday, and I can’t really justify going to bed now, even though, as I type this, my eyes will barely…
Valentine’s Day is approaching, so I figured I’d take a moment to acknowledge some of the people in my life who I love. Because even though she’s occasionally certifiable, I love my mom. And since I alluded to it in an earlier post, I think I should tell you about the time she yelled at…
It’s the Tuesday after the Superbowl. It is a day that holds a special place in my heart. Because on the Tuesday after the Superbowl, 2007, this happened: –
Dear Friends, As Valentine’s Day approaches, I am filled with the spirit of the holiday, as well as roughly 2 pounds of those chalky little conversations hearts. Consequently, I feel the need to share with you a secret: maybe I don’t hate Rick Steves all that much. In fact, maybe I love him just a…
The other day, Rand and I were talking about our upcoming trip to Scotland, and we had the following exchange: Rand: What do you want to do in Glasgow? Me: Catch a leprechaun. Rand: (sighs heavily) Honey … Me: What? Rand: Where are leprechauns from? Me: … it’s funny that you decided to go with…
So, my hubby described my post yesterday as “provocative.” I disagreed, and there might have been some jumping up and down to emphasize my point. But while my intention had been to give shout-outs to the awesome bloggers, I think there was too much focus on my part on the negative side of of things…
I’m am licking some wounds. Not literally, of course. Though I sometimes bite the sides of my fingers. But my feelings have been hurt. I’ve been slighted by a few people in the “travel blogging industry.” I suppose it’s not a big deal, and I suppose it shouldn’t matter. Perhaps the funniest thing of all…
I just read the dumbest article on Yahoo! Shine. Of course, given that I was actually reading an article on Yahoo! Shine, I suppose I deserved the ensuing assault on my intellect. You can read the entire article here. But I wouldn’t, as I had to use a great deal of willpower to not jab…
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