I think that it is really important to cook at home as much as you can. If you are an expat like me, cooking food from your old home may be the only chance your children have to experience the culinary aspects of your culture. And that is what this new category of the blog […]
The Anti-Resolutions Post
Enough already with all of the resolutions posts. We know, we know! Lose weight, be nicer, eat better, sleep more, blah blah blah. My own resolutions were so boring that I abandoned them halfway through to go and catch up on my twitter feed. Sure you can go ahead and view the start of the […]
The Telephone Game
When you were a kid, did you ever play that game where one person whispers something in the ear of the person next to them, then that person repeats what they understood to the person next to them and so on until you make it to the last person in the line. The last person […]
Manic Monday Fairy Tale
(I went out and got really drunk last week and I had one of those hangovers that makes you not drink for seven whole days afterwards. Everyone wanted to know what I did, but this story is too embarrassing to tell about myself. So I went the pseudo-fiction route instead. Enjoy!) Once upon a time […]
I won, I won!!!
I never used to enter contests. I would do a rough calculation of my chances of winning and then decide that the 10 seconds I’d needed to sign-up would not be worth it. Well, not anymore people. In the past two months I have won not one, but two AMAZING prizes on the internet. A […]
No, I don’t craft…unless there is something in it for me.
The big thing here in the UK at Christmas time is the Advent calendar. Every day you get to open a little door in your calendar and get a small present. If you are lucky, the present will be chocolate. If you are like me, the present will be a bag of snowflake glitter. Last […]
Red Letter Days (I’m ONE!)
Well crap. I don’t know why I am surprised. Nomad Papa and I BOTH forget our anniversary each year. I constantly screw up everyone else’s birthdate. Yet somehow I thought I would remember a date that is all about ME! While I was off shaking my butt in Zumba class on Tuesday, The Nomad Mom […]
Zumba my ass (and abs and thighs and…)
Last week I went to Zumba for the first time in AGES. From the moment I walked in the door, this post started writing itself. I waited a week to see if my initial impression was validated. It was, with one exception. Last week I would have sworn that my uterus was going to fall […]