Category Archives: Laughing At Spilled Milk

Laughing At Spilled Milk: I Am My Own Grandma

My dad is married to my mother-in-law. Let that sink in a moment. Picture this: it’s 1989 and I’m seeing a man who can only be described as my dream guy.  Compatible life goals, personality, red hair – the complete … Continue reading

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Laughing At Spilled Milk: Franken-oven

This past July my most prized culinary possession – the convection oven – was killed by lightening.  Seriously, lightening hit our house and fried our range. It is a miracle that this was all that perished. Now, I would love to … Continue reading

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Laughing At Spilled Milk: Night of IKEA

(OK, yes, this post is pretty long – about double my usual length – but the experience documented below felt much, much longer) I’ve been putting off writing about this because to do so I am forced to relive the … Continue reading

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Laughing At Spilled Milk: Scrapbooking

OK, so I don’t scrapbook. Never saw the point.  Not only did I not have the time when the kids were growing up, but there was NO WAY I could have justified it to Troy, my thrifty Scotsman. “Hey baby, I’m going … Continue reading

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Dear Me, About Patience Part Two

“Love is Patient.” 1Corinthians 13:4 “There are two cardinal sins from which all others spring: impatience and laziness.” – Franz Kafka Dear Me, So, its 4pm Christmas Eve 1996 and the entire extended family will be descending upon your home … Continue reading

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Dear Me, About Dinner Parties…

Dear Me, Dinner parties are scary.  They really, really are.  You are setting yourself up to be judged as a homemaker, hostess, cook and woman in general.  It’s a lot of pressure, but when you know what you’re doing, they … Continue reading

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