I sat at the kitchen counter and watched the whole thing unfold. I nervously held my breath as he first tried the garbage disposal, then attempted to plunge the backed-up kitchen sink, to no avail. The 10 liter fermentation crock sat empty on the counter in plain view, exposing my secret. He was too distracted to put …
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A Home Bar With a Conscience
When my husband and I constructed a home bar in our finished basement, we thought we were creating a place of occasional relaxation and adult escape. We didn't realize that we were installing a conscience as well. Workout completed, dinner finished, lunches packed, basketball practice done, homework complied with, nighttime stories read, the kids tucked into bed, kitchen …
The Valentine’s Day Roller Coaster
I hope everyone had a splendid Valentine's Day with their sweetie. Or themselves, if you are lacking in the "sweetie" department. Whatever. V-Day in the Hoover Household was business as usual for the most part, however, my day could be described as nothing short of a roller coaster ride! The Loop-the-loops and Peaks: In (my) big news.... The Stealing Drawer was republished on Sammiches and …
Let It Breathe…
Perusing the local Flea Market a couple of weekends ago, I came across an unusual wine decanter. Excited by my find, I exclaimed boisterously to the salesclerk at check out, "I can't wait to get this home and try it out!" He gave me a peculiar sort of look, his lips curled up in a sneer. …
Week Six – What I Have Learned Along the Way
I just entered the sixth week of my personal #500milesin2017 challenge. While I have always loved to run, I have definitely learned a lot more about myself upping my miles to meet the 9.6 miles a week goal: Your mind is your own worst enemy. I loathe the first mile and a half of any run. I don't …
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Scraping Peanut Butter Off of Toast
I was recently prompted with a question: What does it mean to be a good parent? In my opinion, and simply put, scraping peanut butter off of toast. Every morning before work, I brew my coffee, get out my vitamins, and prepare my breakfast. I then wake up my youngest daughter and start getting her ready …
I Don’t Like The Sloth
We haven't encountered a 'Jameson-ism' in quite some time. For those who aren't familiar with the term, my 10-year old son has a way with committing the most hilarious word faux pas. It's been a while, but the boy produced a doozy tonight! I served fish tacos for dinner this evening: spinach tortillas stuffed with blackened tilapia, cilantro …
Jesse the Cat – Part 2
While Jesse usually stays put in Jameson's room overnight, for whatever reason, he decided he needed to come hang out with Marty and I. In our bedroom, under our bed. Practicing his kick-boxing skills. From about 12:30 a.m. on, every few minutes I would hear and feel a little 'thump'. My husband could sleep through …
Jesse the Cat – Part 1
I am not a cat person. They are moody, shed, and shit in a box. But when the contractor installing our patio last summer pulled a tiny, scrawny fur ball out from in between the pool and retaining wall, I fell in like. Just a little. It was in sad shape; it was so dehydrated that its …
A Hearing Aid at 28
My family sat down to dinner tonight to enjoy hot-off-the-grill New York Strip steaks, onion potatoes, a giant green salad, and some piping hot garlic toast. Music was playing in the background, the wine was poured (for the adults), and Marty, James, Kenz and I finally clinked our glasses together in a 'cheers', celebrating the end of a …
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