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Cheesy Gras

One week until I'm eating hangover food NOLA style, like these brie fries from Baie Rouge.

One week until I’m eating hangover food NOLA style, like these brie fries from Baie Rouge.

It’s officially ONE WEEK until MARDI GRAS!

I have to admit, I got a little nervous this past weekend, thinking I juuust miiiggghhht have set myself up for such an epically off-the-charts cheestastic Remissaversary celebration… I actually started to doubt whether I’d be up for it. I actually got a little AFRAID of my own Remissaversary plan. Continue reading

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It’s the last day of February, and I’m feeling a little warm and fuzzy as we close out the month of love.

Valentine's Day with my man in Chicago this year!

Valentine’s Day with my man in Chicago this year!

Maybe it’s because Trent embodied “SuperHubs” in the past 24 hours, chauffeuring me to my gal pal’s birthday party last night, waiting up with me while I made late night drunk food on a work night, then waking up early today to pack up our things and our pup, clean up the house, load the car, water the plants, and take out the garbage before we left for work, after which we’ll hit the road to Fresno for the weekend (and he’ll drive, OF COURSE). Continue reading

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This weekend, I celebrated my eighth remission anniversary from multiple sclerosis.

I did it in the same grand, cheesy style I always do. Only this time, I went a step further. I organized a group excursion to one of my favorite cities in America – a town I formerly called home, and birthplace of some fabulously lactose-laden gut bombs…

Second City, first-rate pizza.

Second City, first-rate pizza.

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For the Love of Cheese

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Memories of cheese: 2013.

As of today, it’s one month until the best day of the year (which, let’s be honest – is actually now the best weekend of the year)…

Cheese Day.

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My dad died 20 years ago today. July 1, 1993.

He had been at home on hospice care for a month or so by then. It was around 5:00 AM when my mom woke me to tell me there was an ambulance outside, waiting to take him back to the hospital. I got up only to give her the lucky stuffed parrot I always made sure was in his hospital room with him. Then I went back to sleep; I had pom pon practice at 7:00 AM up at school, and after that, driver’s ed class just down the hall.

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