Happy New Year, everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season–I took a nice little break from blogging in order to do my annual holiday stress out, complete with traveling, spending time with family and consuming a moderate to high level of wine. All in all, it was good–but, now I’m back home and ready to rock out this year with you all. Let’s start with a round up of some of my favorite healthy recipes! […]
Here we are again. It’s that time of year where I say predictable things like “What? How is the year almost over?” or “The holidays are chasing me down and I feel like I can’t breathe–can you pass me that paper bag to breathe into? Thank you.” Oh, was that second thing not as predictable? I dunno, it feels about right. The holidays are filled with a lot of joy, but they can also fuel a lot of stress and panic. For me, I’m pretty much always traveling on a holiday to get to family. So, a lot of the stress is logistical. I also get stressed out because my birthday is very near Thanksgiving and I’m getting old and I don’t want to feel my feelings–but that’s an entirely different post that isn’t centered around meatballs or topped with anything like gravy. […]
Guys, I’m kinda lazy.
Not really. I do stuff. All the time. I’m busy. I’m living my life and trying to keep up with laundry and take the dog to the park, and shove pills down my asthmatic cat’s gullet (honestly, my husband has been doing this–he is a saint, because she’s terrifying). I’m trying to run multiple businesses, continue to heal from multiple illnesses, and all while trying to still be nice to my husband when it’s late and I’m starving and no one has cooked dinner, and we basically just want to eat ice cream and pass out on the couch to Bobs Burgers. Basically, I am you. […]
Over a week ago I walked into a natural pharmacy and walked out with about eighty dollars worth of cold and flu prevention. Yes, I gawked at my bill, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Hear me out.
My husband had recently gone to a business conference followed by a bachelor party, and somewhere in between shaking hands and guzzling beers with his bros, managed to acquire the kind of deep cough which sounds like one’s harboring an elephant seal in their chest. I had lasted a week taking care of him without managing to show a single symptom. I made soup. I drew baths. I pumped him full of teas and elixirs. I rubbed essential oils into his chest. I made more soup. […]
