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The Name Game…Part Deux

I received an email today from a loyal reader asking me if I’d gone “off the grid”.  It made me chuckle because I’m not exactly “off ” the grid.  I’m more like “under” the grid.  And, the grid isn’t so much a grid.  It’s more of an onslot of book edits,  a pile of laundry and never ending doctor’s appointments that seem to be usurping my schedule in a way that isn’t allowing me to spend the time in this space that I’d like.  Plus…I’m friggin’ tired.  And I’m huge.  I’m probably tired because I’m huge.  Or maybe I’m huge because I’m tired.  It’s a chicken/egg thing.

Bottom line is I’m alive…my pregnancy is well…and  I’m profusely sorry for leaving anyone hanging.

I do have to say I always love it when one of my readers notices I’m missing.  It makes me feel safe because sometimes I actually wonder how long it would take Sean to notice if I was MIA–he’s a busy guy.  It’s good to know Debbie Schaaf has my back.  Thanks, friend.


This past weekend Sean and I attended my cousin’s wedding in Chicago.  It was a quick overnight trip that gave us some alone time to talk about important stuff.  Like, how the hell did … Read the rest

Forgotten Bathing Suit Breast Pads and The Swim Lesson from Hell

It all started out with the best of intentions.  The twins are two, we have a pool in the back yard, and sometime…hopefully soon…swimming season will arrive.  So, in the interest of safety, Sean and I thought it would be prudent to schedule Isabella and Reagan for swimming lessons.

Perfectly normal.  Right?

Except there’s a glitch, which shouldn’t surprise any of my readers.  There’s always a glitch.  In fact, in retrospect, I probably should’ve named this blog (and our book for that matter), “The Glitch”.  It’s cathchy and conveniently rhymes with bitch which is fitting because the “glitch” always results in “the bitch”…at least in our home it does.

Anyways, since this isn’t my first time at the toddler-swim-lesson-rodeo I knew they required a parent participant–which is a glitch—because Sean has always been the CEO of mommy-and-me swim lessons.  It’s not that I don’t like to swim.  It’s that I don’t like to swim in public pools.  I have issues with communal bath tubs.  Trust me when I tell you there’s  not enough chlorine to kill the sceevy back-stroking critters of my imagination. But, seeing as how we have two toddlers, and in the interest of not wanting them to drown, I figured once a week I could swallow some … Read the rest

“Stop Worrying about It. It’s Done. I Survived” A Worthwhile Piece of Advice

Yesterday held a mixed bag for me.  It was a planned day off from school and in attempt to do something outside the four walls of our home I schlepped the kids to the other end of town with the promise of some fun at a Lego play center.   After a forgotten purse, a trip back home and then back to Lego land Reagan vomited on the sidewalk right as we were getting out of the car.  She was car sick because  I had dressed her too warmly and should’ve adjusted her clothing when the 15 mile ride became a 45 mile trek.

All my fault!

The entire episode got me thinking about all the times in my almost twenty years of parenting that I’d screwed up.  I’ve forgotten to sign permission slips and packed my kids the crappiest of lunches because I had nothing of substance in the cupboards.  Once I lost seven year old Drew in the Orlando airport, and when the boys were three and five I thought they had lice and shaved their heads only to learn the next day they had dandruff.  When Drew was an infant he fell off the couch twice because I didn’t know he could roll over.

TWICE!  Apparently I … Read the rest

Winter Comfort Foods: Stuffed Pork Tenderloin and Roasted Root Vegetables

As shared on my weekly segment for 101.5 The River with Rick and Marybeth!

Herb Stuffed Pork Tenderloin


    2 green onions, chopped 2 slices cooked bacon, crumbled 3 tablespoons shredded Cheddar cheese 2 tablespoons cream cheese, softened 2 tablespoons frozen chopped spinach 2 tablespoons finely chopped white mushrooms 1/4 teaspoon chopped garlic 1 pinch dried parsley salt and ground black pepper to taste 1 pork tenderloin, butterflied and pounded flat 1 cup dry bread crumbs


    Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease a baking sheet. Mix green onions, bacon, Cheddar cheese, cream cheese, spinach, mushrooms, garlic, parsley, salt, and pepper in a bowl. Spread onto one side of pounded tenderloin. Roll tenderloin around the filling in a jelly-roll fashion. Coat rolled tenderloin with bread crumbs; place on the prepared baking sheet. Bake in the preheated oven until pork is no longer pink in the center, about 1 1/2 hours. An instant-read thermometer inserted into the center should read at least 145 degrees F (63 degrees C)


Roasted Winter Root Vegetables


    1 rutabaga peeled and chopped into 1 inch pieces 4 parsnips, peeled and chopped into 1 inch pieces 1 sweet potatoes, peeled and chopped into 1 inch pieces 1 yellow onion 1 cup
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Polar Vortex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Chicken & Noodles

I’ve only recently stopped shaking.

Not shivering, people.  Shaking.  There’s a difference.

Of course we were all shivering last week.  What else would one do when the mercury dips to a mere 22 degrees below zero for two entire days?  We managed to stay warm, however, despite the frigid temps outside.  I know how lucky that renders me.

So what caused the shaking?  Well, I’m not a mental health specialist but after having visited and paid a small army of people in that profession I feel comfortable diagnosing myself with a rare case of PTSD induced by the lingering effects of the polar vortex.  Having only recently become aware that the polar vortex even exists it’s important for me to admit I’m not well versed in the physcial impact the weather phenomenon had on my psyche.  I mean, obviously, the air pressures were doing something extraordinarily odd last week.  Whether or not they are  what caused me to run screaming from my house come Friday morning, however, is up for debate. I think it is safe to assume the  polar vortex gave me a serious and somewhat experience with cabin fever.

And it wasn’t pretty.

During the snow storm that preceded the vortex’s arrival.

A depiction of what happened to … Read the rest