My family likes to tease my dad and say he’s perky. And if you’re reading this and thinking that’s nothing to tease someone over, you’re certainly correct, because what’s wrong with being a happy, cheerful person? (I guess unless you’re referring to a female’s surgically enhanced body part? And even then you’d probably want them to be perky, but I suppose you could still tease ‘em about it?)

Sorry. Back to the family fare. Though you know, if popular culture is to be believed, Father’s Day is all about masculinity gone wild, it’s like a late night DVD for drills, grills, and pieces of meat. Even Google is all tied up over this holiday today:

So really, my dad isn’t a marketer’s dream because he’s an actual human, not a just cardboard cutout, beer holding, steak grilling maniac who shops at Sears, though on occasion I’m sure he has done one or more of those things. Instead, he’s my dad, and he deserves praise everyday. Not just because he is sometimes told he looks like this guy:

And not just because he really loves chocolate.

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Back in the day I talked way too much. So much that my parents told me to hold my horses when I wouldn’t be quiet. And like any obedient child, that meant I held my feet. My chatter mouth was nonstop. So much so that my teachers had to ask me to raise my hand and wait for my turn to talk.

The horror!

Somewhere along the way, smashed between a self-esteem crushing time in high school and freshman year at a college full of 40,000 strangers, I stopped talking. I self-censored. Where I once unabashedly called out the answer or questioned my teacher, my heart raced at the thought of talking in front of my classmates, even if I had something interesting to add. When I did finally muster the courage to speak (after raising my hand of course), my head would spin for hours afterwards. Overanalyzing every little sentence became my new hobby, and I spent more time thinking about conversations than actually having them. Continue reading »

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It’s Saturday, friends! And that can mean only one thing: I. AM. LAZY.

Or I want to be lazy. Saturdays usually revolve around food, either eating it or making it. But today was rainy and windy and generally gross, and I really didn’t want to do anything, even though I have a pressing to do list. By the way, I’m great at making lists, not so great at remembering to cross things off the list.

I promised to give you a cookie recipe. We’ve been eating the cookies - so many that I had to make another batch, yet I really didn’t want to type up a post about cookies. I have nothing to say about cookies except that I like them. Milk & cookies? Not so big on the milk thing. Cookie monster? Yes, please. Packaged cookies? Er, no. In the amount of time it takes you to walk/drive/bike/hop to your local grocer, you can have these babies baking away and into your belly.

There are three steps: combine, stir, bake.

And optional number four: eat them all.

‘Tis really that simple. So simple you’ll be adding them to your to do list just so you can cross them off.

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