Why The Simple Life Is Simply Beyond Me

I just finished reading The Gift of an Ordinary Day: A Mother's Memoir by Katrina Kenison and it's left me feeling out of sorts. The premise of the book is one we've all heard before: Pay attention to the small moments that make up life and you'll be a happier, more content person for it. 

Unfortunately, and probably through no fault of her own, Kenison's writing had the opposite effect on me. After reading the tactics she uses to simplify and appreciate her life, I'm left feeling like I'll never measure up. Kenison, an editor who for sixteen years worked from home while raising her two sons is, by her own admission, put on this earth to nurture. Plants, people, flowers... it would not surprise me to find out she and Martha Stewart share a blood lineage or a telepathy link.

 

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May The Force (And the Geek) Be With You

Yes, we're geeks. We get it. 

Saturday we went with my niece and her family to the Carolina Renaissance Festival, complete with jousting tournaments, everyday spectators who arrive in full Renaissance regalia, and  disgusting 2 lb. roasted turkey legs that everyone walks around gnawing on, leaving a trail of dripping grease behind them. (Shockingly, medieval times weren't vegetarian friendly.)  

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My Life As A Sitcom

I really think I missed my calling in life. I should be the head writer for some prime-time sitcom about a married couple and the wacky exploits they get into when the harebrained wife does things like forces her long-suffering husband to go vegan, forcefully brings stray cats into their home, and, oh, I don't know... pours a bottle of olive oil on her head? 
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