To The Enemy In The Kitchen

Dear Mr. Roach,

Hi, you have taken up temporary residence in my kitchen and, not to be rude, I’m not particularly happy about it.

You see, you’ve really failed in the friendliness department and I’d like to take the time to explain what I mean.

First off, we met when I caught you loitering around my dog’s food bowl. Now why would you try to steal food from my dog? Princess Zelda is the sweetest puppy that has ever lived and doesn’t deserve anybody taking her food! In fact, the husband and I found her starving with all her ribs poking out. Would you care to explain why you’d ever want to take food away from a dog with that kind of history? You could really bring up some really bad past issues with her! I was trying to be kind in letting you get away that day, after all you were still a young roach who hadn’t quite grown up to be so big and scary. (And you disappeared before I had the chance to—uh—deal with you.)

The second time we met, you really happened upon me in the most rude manner! You see, I’ve been in a funk these past few months and that day, I’d finally mustered up enough energy to tackle the few dishes in the sink. I was simply trying to be a grown up and load up the dishwasher and you scuttled across the counter, nearly attacked my hand and disappeared into my dishwasher! How am I supposed to do the dishes if you are hiding in my dishwasher?? You scared the living daylights out of me with your bigness and scariness. That wasn’t cool man! Just so you know, I haven’t been able to open that dishwasher for three days now and I blame you!!

And last but not least, that one night that I was letting my dog outside and I saw you scuttle across the counter and take up your hiding place under the sink. Look, I’m all about helping out. If you needed a place to hunker down for a day–two tops–I get that, I can deal with that. But Mr. Roach, it’s been 5 days!! I didn’t give you permission to stay here and I really do need to ask you to leave! You are living in places where I frequent these days–THE KITCHEN!! Look, I’m prego, I need food! When this baby gets hungry it’s either feed him or submit myself to sharp kicks to the bladder. You are standing in my way of eating and then dealing with the dishes and utensils of said eating. You taking up a temporary living situation by the sink and the cabinet close to the fridge is really not helping me and it’s keeping me from doing thing I need to do–namely, eating and dishes.

This is your one and only warning, you’ve GOT to go! I really cannot take no for an answer and if you haven’t vacated the premises by tomorrow, you leave me no choice but to bring in the big guns. I will send my husband after you, or worse, the pest control guy….yeah, he’s got poisonous stuff that you can’t handle!

Look, I’m not trying to be rude, but this is not your house and you can’t stay here anymore. I hope I have made myself clear and that I haven’t offended you too terribly.

Thank you,



The Night Circus

So there’s this book, and I’ve already written a post about it but you know what, I’m going to write another one!

This book has become a “mascot book” (if you will) for the book club I’m in. Every new member that joins our club is given, at some point or other, exclamations on how much they need to read this book. It’s one of the most beautiful and lovely books I’ve ever read! And it’s become a sort of tradition that every October, our book club–The Tuesday Sisters–HAVE to read this book. We dress in black and white, with just a hint of red, (if you read the book, you’ll get it!) and we snack on fall treats like caramel popcorn, caramel apples, apple cider, etc. It’s an inspiring and lovely night of us ladies sitting in a circle, talking about how magical this book is and how much we wish The Night Circus actually existed!

When the book was released, the cover intrigued me. There’s that saying to never judge a book by its cover…I break that rule all the time! The prettier the cover the better the story has to be, right? But every time I read the description of the book, something held me back. I just wasn’t sure I could get into it, it seemed like it might be a little cheesy, and a horde of other excuses. I always managed to pick the book up when I saw it and then set it back down because I just wasn’t sure.

Then two friends I know who share a lot of the same interests with me told me I HAD to read it. I trust their taste and opinion and they were saying that my life would be changed after reading it. So of course, I went out and bought it the next day and started reading away.

They were right.

I wanted to get to the end but I never wanted it to be over! I wanted the story to go on and on, never before had I wanted to be living in a book as much as I did when reading this one. The story was compelling, the plot was sturdy, the details that the author put into her story mimicked the detail driven work of J.K. Rowling. This book is one of the most visually appealing books I’ve read, colors and music and smells come to life from the pages; there were times I really felt like I was there.

Returning to the real world after this book was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

Seriously, if you need a book that will compel you and draw you in, a book that you can’t set down….read The Night Circus. I promise you that you will be a changed person once you’re done!

Here’s a few sentences from the description to whet your appetite:

“The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Reves, and it is only open at night.” -Erin Morgenstern

Get reading people!



So, there are these two friends I’ve had since I was nine years old. Two sisters, about two years apart and they have been second sisters to me and my sisters. We’ve shared a lot together over the years.

These two are some of the funniest girls I know, just when you think they can’t get funnier…they do.


One night, when they were staying the night with us, they told us this story of babysitting their youngest brother when their mom was working at the hospital; their brother was being so bad. He would not listen to either of his sisters, he was getting into things he shouldn’t have and being very mean.

My friends were getting tired and angry, and they knew that drastic times called for drastic measures. They took a deep breath, looked each other in the eye and nodded at each other. They take their youngest brother by the hand, lead him into their living room and make him sit down on the couch. They then proceed to take an old picture from an old photo album, they hold the picture up to their brother. Then the oldest sister looks at her brother and says, “Do you know who that is?” her brother looks at her and shakes his head.

“That’s Jessica. Do you know who Jessica is?” again, her brother shakes his head.

“Jessica was your sister, do you know what happened to Jessica? Mommy killed Jessica because Jessica didn’t listen to her sister.” she paused for dramatic affect, “You don’t want to be like Jessica do you?” Their brother looked up at them with big, scared eyes, shook his head and was sent off to think about his long lost sister.

You’d think a story like that would scar a four year old boy for life, but you will be pleased to know that he spent the rest of the night being just as bad as he was before, apparently forgetting about his sister Jessica who had suffered a worse fate than him.


And for those of you who may be worried, don’t be; the picture, just an old photo of the oldest sister and the youngest brother, has no recollection of that story and forgot about it almost as soon as he had heard it.



If you’ve been reading my blog long enough, you’ve probably picked up that I’m a night owl. Night time is the time when my mind and eyes wake up and all I want to do is go out and do things and hang out with people…….but unfortunately, the rest of the world is asleep when I want to wake up.

Most nights, sleeping before midnight is a rare and majestic thing that only comes around once in a blue moon! But turns out, this whole growing-a-tiny-human-inside-your-belly thing is really hard and I’m tired ALL the time now!

As I’m writing this, the husband is playing Halo on the couch next to me and most times, I’d love to play with him; not tonight though, because it’s almost 11 and I can barely keep my eyes open and all I want to do is lay down and do nothing because I’m that tired…..


On a side note, the movie ‘Juno’ was way awesome before when I wasn’t pregnant but it was a whole different emotional journey being pregnant….shut up, hormones are stupid and make me cry a lot……

If you can spare some of your energy (or just a Starbucks coffee) I would very much appreciate you giving it to me! Happy weekend!


Doing The Right Thing

Last night, the husband and I were reminiscing about being teenagers (For those of you who don’t know, the husband and I met each other for the first time when I was 10 and he was 12……and no, we were the farthest thing from childhood sweethearts! That’s another story for another day.) and we started talking about this one person we knew in our youth group way back in the day. (I will refer to this person as R from now on in my story)  We were remembering how mean all the other kids were to R, like….really mean! R was a very close friend to me; R was also very slightly autistic which caused them to be a little more socially awkward than most 13-14 year olds. It was never debilitating but there was an obvious difference that made socializing very difficult for R.

“I told you about that time that people wouldn’t sit next to R right?” I said to the husband.

“What?! No!” he responded.

I proceeded to tell him about this one sunday morning at sunday school. My parents normally got to church early so I was always one of the first people in the youth rooms. Now in the youth room, there was a futon on one wall (that the boys normally claimed as their territory) and then a big, red, comfy couch on the opposite wall. (that’s where the girls normally set up camp)

I sat in my normal seat on the couch this Sunday, there were about four other girls there that morning talking with me; we were having a great time, talking about some new movie that had come out and enjoying each other’s company. And then R comes walking in and sits next to me. The girls in particular were very mean to R and as R sits down and starts making attempts to join our conversation all four girls get up and go sit on the opposite side of the room on the boys futon—-which is a pretty big deal since we were all still 13 and cooties were kind of still a thing.

I had always struggled to fit in entirely with the girls my age and this particular Sunday I felt like I was in, we were talking and R took me away from my conversation with the cool girls. Maybe the girls just thought that I’d rather talk with R instead of them, maybe it was just a mistake. So I get up and join the girls at their new spot, R following me as I do so; I’m trying to jump back into a conversation with the girls but they very deliberately stand up and walk back to the couch……….it was very obvious that if R was going to follow me around that I was not welcome.

I remember that sunday being very difficult, I was between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand you have sweet R, who is obviously different and struggling and I’m one of the few friends they have. And on the other, I so badly wanted to be one of the cool girls and if R didn’t cling to me the way they did, maybe I’d have a chance of being in the cool crowd! A lump of frustrated tears sat in my throat and I was trying so desperately not to cry, why did I have to be the nice person, why did I have to be R’s friend……….the answer was, because no one else would step up to the plate and do the right thing.


Now, I’m not telling this story to shout my praises from the rooftop. As you can see, there were some days that I got kind of mad at R for choosing me as a friend. But I’ve learned in life that you can’t choose your friends, sometimes you are just thrown together with someone and you are supposed to be their friend and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Sweet R had only two friends in that entire church that tallied up at about 200: me and this other girl a year younger than me. 2 people out of 200 would put aside any awkwardness they felt around R and would spend time with them.


The husband and I started talking about how R was diagnosed as only slightly autistic, and that if R was fully autistic or fully down’s syndrome or any other disability like that, the entire church would be crawling over themselves to be R’s friend. The church we grew up in had a trip they took every summer to this camp for families with disabled children. Each youth group volunteer would be assigned one kid with a disability to look after and make friends with during the day while the parent’s had a break. You’d think that after so many of these kids had helped at this camp that they would understand how much R needed a friend!


Especially at the tender young age of 13, doing the right thing can be one of the hardest decisions of your life. There were times that I wished I could be mean to R like all the other kids were because then, maybe I’d be accepted. I wished that there was someone else who R could cling to, someone a little more socially awkward than me who would gladly accept R as their one and only friend. I wished I could be free of the “responsibility” or “burden” of being R’s friend.

But then I’d take all of it all back; me and this other girl who was R’s friend would be invited over to R’s house to spend the night. We’d spend two, whole days listening to the Lord of the Rings books on tape (me and this other girl were LOTR fiends back in the day) with R’s family, we’d watch movies and play with each other’s hair and write stories together and go play in the woods the next day. It was so magical and fun, R was one of the sweetest and most sincere friend I’ve ever had! And after a sleepover at R’s house, I used to wonder how I could ever wish away a friendship like that. And then I’d feel bad for all the other kids who were mean to R because they would never know what a true friend they were missing out on.


Again, I’m not telling you this because I want the praise or admiration…there’s nothing to praise. I’ve just been thinking how much my life was changed by R because I did the right thing even though it was hard and I hated doing it sometimes. As situations become more complicated and doing the right thing becomes more difficult in our adult lives, I think we can more easily lose sight of what’s important and how much better off we’ll be by doing the right thing.


Those were just some thoughts on my mind and heart today and I hope you got something out of it. I hope this encouraged someone who needed it today.

Happy Tuesday!



It was late on a saturday night, the husband and I are at Hastings (basically your comic book, movie, books, music, geek merchandise and more superstore), we’re looking through vinyl for some good music for my new turntable. The movie ‘Guardians of the Galaxy’ had just recently been released and–of course–we saw it the day it was released; it’s our new favorite movie. The soundtrack and story and everything about it was perfect.

Honestly, the soundtrack was one of the best things about the movie. It’s basically just a collection of stellar, classic, rock tunes. Some music I’ve grown up hearing and others that I’d yet to be introduced to. It’s AMAZING! Seriously, go buy it, you won’t be dissapointed!

Back to the story…..

As we’re searching through vinyl, the store starts playing the Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack and we’re jamming and singing along, it’s great. And then one of our favorite songs comes on: Spirit In The Sky. The husband sings the melody and I start singing all the gospel type harmony.

Then I notice, the next aisle over are two guys around our age. They’re looking through vinyl too and one of the guys is singing particularly loud and he’s singing the gospel harmony parts too.

We shared this moment at the store: two strangers, both really into a fantastic song, singing their hearts out like they are actually performing it live. It was really quite beautiful, you should have been there.


October 3rd – Mean Girls Day

“On October 3rd he asked me what day it was. ‘What is today?’ ‘It’s October 3rd.'”

And thus, a holiday was born.


I was not allowed to watch Mean Girls when it first came out in theaters; sure I’d seen the previews from it and the pictures with captions but I always thought it was kind of a trashy, teen movie. But then the husband and I got married and he told me it was one of his favorite movies.

Now, if you knew my husband, you’d know that he’s not one to shy away from feminine movies. He’ll sit through the original Pride and Prejudice with me, he will watch the chick flicks with me when I get the urge to watch one and he doesn’t complain. He actually gets quite the laugh at my emotional reactions during movies like that. But he’s not really the type to sit down to watch girly movies by himself; there have been a few things that he’s watched back in his single days that could be classified as chick flicks but it was very rare.

So when he tells me that he freaking LOVES Mean Girls and I HAVE to watch it RIGHT NOW we went out and rented it that night. I fell in love so fast it wasn’t even funny; next thing I know, I’m looking for Mean Girls in all the $5 movie bins.


I can quote the whole movie. You don’t believe me? Come over and hang out with me one day and I will show you.


So in honor of today being the official unofficial Mean Girls Day, here are my favorite quotes:


‘If you’re from Africa, why are you white?’

‘Oh my god Karen, you can’t just ask people why they’re white!’


‘On Wednesdays we wear pink!’


‘Nice wig Janis what’s it made of?’

‘Your mom’s chest hair!!’


‘Gretchen, I’m sorry I laughed at you that time you got diarrhea at Barnes & Nobles……and I’m sorry for telling everyone about it……and I’m sorry for repeating it now.’


‘That is so fetch!’

‘Gretchen, stop trying to make fetch happen it’s not going to happen!’


‘That’s why her hair is so big, it’s full of secrets!’


‘Four for you Glen Coco, you go Glen Coco!’


‘Well, I’m kinda psychic……I have a fifth sense!’


‘And on the third day, God created the Remington bolt-action rifle so that man could fight the dinosaurs……and the homosexuals.’



Happy Mean Girls Day everyone! I’m going to go watch the movie and eat donuts, see you later!