Also, this is what I’ve been up to all day…

Portuguese Sweet Bread, recipe by King Arthur Flour. My whole apartment smells AMAZING! Baked this for French Toast bread tomorrow. We keep buying loaves of sweet bread at Stop and Shop and it’s like…why? I can totally bake that at home!

“#A-hole is as A-hole does”

Photo Credit: The Bitchy Waiter I apologize to some of my more delicate readers for the vulgar title…there is just no better way to caption the end of my week. Indeed, since I wrote my Wednesday post, three stories of profound asshole-ery have come up and I simply must share. I’m going to do this…

No Sleep? You betta carpe diem!

  I like how when I write about serious stuff, nobody tunes in, but I’m sure I’ll get at least 5 hits on this whiny mommy bloggy kind of post. Mmmmmhmmm…I see ya’ll out there. I’m gonna get out of your box! Anyway… Anyone else struggling this week, out there? Maybe it is the changing…

Interpersonal Power Dynamics within Race and Class

Good grief,  it has been a rough few days. Mostly because The Husband decided that he was sick on Thursday night, and then he stayed home on Friday–it screws up the whole groove when he is home. I was like “dude, you are in my way.” We also didn’t hear from the bank regarding our bid…

It’s so simple, it’s down right stupid…

  Photo Credit: New York Daily News I don’t know if this story has been playing anywhere outside of Massachusetts. If it isn’t, let me explain: A 5 year-old brings a toy gun to school, not for any particular reason, but he brings it to school. The toy gun is very obviously a toy gun,…

Flurry

Sharing this because the picture is beautiful and so is the sentiment. Perfect little poem. I

Holdin’ it down and begging for Spring…

This is just one of those weeks. I can’t believe that it’s Friday. I really didn’t think that we were going to make it here. And seeing as I’m going to be up bright and early tomorrow to look at a few more houses, today isn’t as exciting as it could be. Between DIY Network…

“[chuckle], it’s only Tuesday.” “[Expletive]”

  That was me and my husband last night at about 11:30. We had just crawled into bed. We were Thursday Night Tired, but it was Tuesday night. That means that when we woke up this morning, instead of the “I can do anything because it’s Friday” feeling that we would probably have had, we…