On the left side of the sanity bell curve
Up until this year, we’ve never had to worry too much about what either of the kids wore. Sure they had a couple of “dressy” outfits but, for the most part, they hang out in t-shirts. Sometimes they fall asleep in their clothes and wake up the next day fully clothed and Tucker and I… Continue reading Back To School Wardrobe for Cara the Kindergartener
Grilled Barbecue Clams Ingredients: 24 Littleneck clams ¼ cup bottled BBQ sauce 2 Tbsp unsalted butter 4 Tbsp shallots, finely chopped ½ cup red wine vinegar Salt and freshly ground black pepper Directions: Preheat your grill to direct, high heat or heat coals until white and hot. While the grill is heating, in a medium-sized… Continue reading Grilled Barbecue Clams and a Courvoisier Cocktail Just in Time for 4th of July
I had Spotify going and Rock This Bitch came on. I searched YouTube for the video so I could share it with Heather. It’s far too awesome to not share with you. You’re welcome. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oSecr22waoE In the related videos, I found Folds’s cover of Sleazy. I’m both deeply disturbed and fascinated all at the same… Continue reading Ben Folds Covers Ke$ha’s Sleazy
I need one big, fat, squishy nap. And a drink. In short, I need a few days to recoup from conference fatigue; there are only so many days I can stay up till 0400 and get up at 0700. This conference was a bit different for me since I was working it instead of attending… Continue reading Type-A Con 2012 Recap Even You Will Want To Read
I should be cleaning the house and figuring out what to pack for Type A but, instead, I’m writing this. And why really write anything at all when I can just embed tweets? Awe, technology, how you spoil me. Hey @James_J_Tucker, did I mention I’m creating you a Facebook account today? #ProcrastinationAtItsFinest— Amy Tucker (@TheAmyTucker)… Continue reading I’m Gonna Be a Booth Babe at Type A
That was the last–and first–picture taken of this cute, little caterpillar before I tossed the bastard over the fence; dude had the nerve to eat up on one of my onions. He’s lucky I didn’t smush him into greenish-grey oblivion like I did his/her cousin/sibling/relative. Stay out of my garden!
Did I mention Cara asked how babies are “created?” Cause that was fun. Since she’s five and stuff. Of course she asked THE QUESTION as we were getting out of the SUV to go grocery shopping. Apparently I asked the exact same thing when I was her age. I guess Tucker’s going to blame me… Continue reading “Sex? Babies are Made By Sex?”
Spodee Tonic and Cream 4 oz. Spodee 4 oz. tonic water cream Method: Fill a tall glass with ice. Add the Spodee, tonic and top with cream. Spodee and Sailor 2 oz. Spodee 2 oz. Sailor Jerry rum 4 oz. cola Method: In a tall rocks glass, mix Spodee and Sailor Jerry. Top with soda.… Continue reading Spodee Wine Recipes
If you’re looking for a highbrow wine then you’ve come to the wrong place…on so many levels. First off, watch this: The video cracks me up. Just thought you should know. Spodee was a Depression era hooch that mixed up homemade country wines with garden herbs, spices and moonshine. The resulting brew was then put… Continue reading Spodee Hooch Wine Review
I gave the kids two hours to pick up their rooms. “You only pick up your room. Take all of the toys and toss them in the Playroom if they’re soft toys. Please don’t throw the toys if they’re hard toys. Take any clothes and throw them in the laundry room. Shoes in the closet.… Continue reading They Didn’t Pick Up Their Toys So I Confiscated Them
This past weekend was Family Reunion. Of course, since it was a reunion of FAMILY, it wasn’t a smooth affair. I worried all weekend about some of it but, I’m home now and I’ve had a chance to go through some of the pictures I took. These two make the memories of the trip much… Continue reading Makes It All Worth It
This is the weird limbo time where I’m about to start my period–How about I just toss that out there, right? You’re welcome.–and stuff isn’t working so well in my head. Hormones are amazing things and for me, they seem to bring on mild bouts of paranoia and a bit of anger. Looks like this… Continue reading Um…Not Sure What To Title This and Jason Mraz Song and a Gif
