The kids and I took a ride to visit my folks on Sunday -- Holly was scheduled to work this weekend and my husband Garth (not his real name) stayed behind to try and get some work done here at home -- and, as soon as we walked into the kitchen, my mom began to show me some of the new tricks she learned during rehab: She can reach her arm behind her back: which, only a few short weeks ago, the pain of attempting to do so would have caused her to pass out (me too) She can cross... Read more →

When it comes to parenting (because, really, raising 3 teens and 1 tween, there really isn't much else going on up in here...dammit!) my husband, Garth (not his real name) and I have reached an understanding. Aaaaaaaand, if any of my kids are reading this (because, really, nothing is sacred...DAMMIT!) this is where you guys need to click away...m'kay? [blows bangs out of eyes] Okay, are they gone? Good. It's simple, really. Which is a good thing, because I'm not very good with un-simple (yes, it's a word) because...SQUIRREL!!! [BAM!] Aaaaaaaand, that should take care of any trolls, clicking around... Read more →

My kids will tell you that I'm a pretty good cook -- pretty much because we really haven't been to many fancy-schmancy restaurants...as a family...like, as in all together...sitting at the same table...at the same time. So, they just don't know any better...YET! Until their grandmother got them hooked on cooking shows. Okay, I lied. "Hi, my name is Liz and I am hooked on cooking shows." I grew up watching masters like Julia Child (gosh, but I miss her!) and The Galloping Gourmet (what a whack-job HE was, eh?) and even today pretend I have my very own cooking... Read more →