To celebrate a random Wednesday morning, the garage door threw itself a rave party. This “party” involved flashing lights from the overhead mechanical device, loud clicking, and jerky garage door movements that went up and down, and then got stuck in the up position. But did it vomit afterwards? No, I did. My stomach suddenly… Continue reading The Garage is Throwing an Open House Party
Unpacking the Cirque du Soleil: Echo Experience
If fresh animal smells from circuses make you want to be shot from a cannon, you’re in for a treat. The Cirque du Soleil: Echo only features animals that are played by humans with antlers and masks. And they make beautiful “eeyaiya ah ah eeyaiya ooo” sounds as they prance upon the stage. (Also, the… Continue reading Unpacking the Cirque du Soleil: Echo Experience
Strap in: 5 Ways to Use a Resistance Band
Like falling off a bus, walking sideways with a stretchy band strapped around the ankles is almost second nature to me now. I feel both activities in the glutes. One just gets me there faster than the other. But that’s not all you can do with a stretchy band or a bus for that matter.… Continue reading Strap in: 5 Ways to Use a Resistance Band
Frisky Business: Massage Chairs
“Put your finger in here” is not something you want anyone to say when you sit in a massage chair, but Nate took one for the team. There’s a fitness store next to the Total Wine shop at a strip mall nearby, which the Fixin’ Leaks and Leeks Team likes to call the Total Wine… Continue reading Frisky Business: Massage Chairs
Just a Hiccup
When a banana mascot slipped on its own peel and fell down the stairs during late-night TV, I did what any normal insomniac would do: I gripped the arms of the couch and laughed like it was happy hour at Applebee’s. But I couldn’t stop, and then came the hiccuping. The laughter was long gone.… Continue reading Just a Hiccup
No Forks Given
I’m done forking around. I need to find out…what it’s like to eat with chopsticks. It has taken me a long, long time, but I’m finally learning. And it’s not like no one has ever tried to show me before. Back in the ‘80s, when I was growing up, my dad went to Japan a… Continue reading No Forks Given
The Scoop on the New Cookie Scoop
How many scoops can a cookie scooper scoop when the spring-loaded scooper has sprung? None. Not one cooky cookie. I have broken two cookie scoops within months (days?) of one another, which makes Nate’s late-night cookie baking a bit of a crumble. Sure, I could let the batter return to room temperature rather than forcing… Continue reading The Scoop on the New Cookie Scoop
Cupid’s-in-a-Jam Valentine’s Day Cookies
Cupid’s arrow is stuck in a jar of jam. I guess that means I have to marry it, but sorry, jam, this gal’s taken. Not my jam. Or is it? An ancient Hershey’s cookbook (circa 1998) says jam is the moment. I’ve held onto this cookbook for years but have never made anything from it—until… Continue reading Cupid’s-in-a-Jam Valentine’s Day Cookies
Just a Super Bowl of Buckeyes
I know my way around a football field the way I know my way around TOI-3757 b (Marshmallow Planet). Not very familiar with either. And, if asked to throw a football during an impending attack by extraterrestrial, cleat-clad linebackers, I’d set the world back by a penalty of at least sixty-six yards. But I could… Continue reading Just a Super Bowl of Buckeyes
Murder in the Bedroom
A murderous mattress is trying to off me, so it can have my husband. I’m absolutely sure of this. To be fair, the old mattress was trying to kill both of us, so I guess this is an improvement. With a Princess-and-the-Pea-can-do attitude, Nate and I have almost blown through two mattresses in the past… Continue reading Murder in the Bedroom
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