scenes {binges} from a weekend….

scenes {binges} from a weekend….

  like most of my misadventures in nutrition and portion control, what starts out innocently, for example a friday night forehead to forehead celebration of the ice cream sandwich, pre-empted with a two hour-plus tribute to pasta with pesto; ends with my puffy,...
holiday sanity….

holiday sanity….

ok, before i begin this post, dax shepard if you’re reading this, can you please vacate my dreams? it’s getting annoying. it’s not like we’re romantically involved, in either an R.E.M. capacity or even some deep-recessed, twisted,...
got sleep?

got sleep?

me neither. the last few weeks has been one heated, nasty, name-calling, head butting, index finger to the eye, chess game with mr. sandman. if i’m pushed i’ll even throw out a yo mamma…. so far i’m winning the slurs, but i’m losing at...