A quick, easy, cheap seafood chowder recipe.

Once upon a time, I loved movies.  I had a boyfriend who once said that the only way to hold my attention was to stand in front of me for anywhere between eighty and a hundred and twenty minutes.  There were moments where I would be walking

Mmm, cupcakes. I love cupcakes.

And here is my Christmas in pictures. Less the broken window.

I hate Christmas this year. Why? Funny you should ask . . .

Not much, Verizon sucks eggs, that's all.

Andy's first Christmas ornament. There's a picture . . .

Tis the season for yumminess! Check out my new fudge!

So many of life's mysteries can be solved with an Easy Button.

I did it! I was right and they were wrong!

Sometimes I can figure out what he's trying to say and where it came from, but I just threw in the towel with this one.

Conversations with a 3 year old.

Please stop with the cats.

Bored ramblings of a depressed jobless mom who will scream if she has to wipe up one more popcorn kernel.

Poor Baby Jesus. Really, a tree is going to fall on my house and catch on fire while I watch helplessly as my winning Powerball ticket goes up in flames for laughing at this.

I thought I had it all figured. I thought I had it all under control. I thought I had put an end to it. Nope.

Hubby's not dead.   I have decided rather than recounting the details of the event -- AGAIN! -- I am just going to let it go.  He's fine, the doctors say, although I am not convinced and just a tad irritated by the fact. 

Where enthusiasm meets apathy. Creating a domestic supernova of disastrous proportions.

Re-test.

John Jr and I watched Shrek the Halls the other night and he has become crazed by a line Donkey says that goes like this, 'sweet potatoes are nothing without the marshmallows!'  He kept making me say it over and over and over and over an