Today was the second annual, what I like to call, gawker-stalker brunch at Volt in Frederick. I cannot tell you how much I look forward to this birthday present. Happy (belated) birthday to us! And this year no one is pregnant. Yes, we would like more mimosas to wash down that half a dozen scones. Read the rest of this entry »
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Monday, January 31st, 2011
The Incredible Edible Egg
Monday, November 29th, 2010
Whirlwind
It started with Thanksgiving and ended with putting up the Christmas tree! But it was the best kind of busy. The fun kind. The kind where you drop into bed exhausted at the end of the night because you killed an entire bottle of wine… or vodka as the case may be. Read the rest of this entry »
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Saturday, July 24th, 2010
Anti Anxiety
I never got around to writing down the story of Avery’s birth and only seven short months later I find that I can hardly remember some of the bigger details. I tried to recall parts of it today and found myself repeating I thought… I thought until I finally just had to admit that I just couldn’t remember what I was thinking anymore. I guess that’s how it goes. Read the rest of this entry »
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Saturday, March 1st, 2008
So Mad I Could Spit
After the library this morning Chase and I hit the road for D.C. Erin and I planned a lunch to catch up with a woman we know at Ebbitt. Erin picked the restaurant and really knows her stuff man. We had a 1:15 reservation and the place was packed. Would you believe that when our party was called, that someone actually tried to steal our spot? Yeah, it was that busy. I’ve never eaten in the dining room at Ebbitt only at the express lunch counter (where I discovered those sweet spicy thai Kettle Chips). The atmosphere was great (full of hunting jazz like duck decoys and a giant bronze dog sculpture) wood paneling and geese suspended from the ceiling that were particularly appealing to Chase. She had a great time and loved her grilled cheese and applesauce but mostly, she loved the pickle. Read the rest of this entry »
