Watch Mario Eat: Ham & Cheese French Toast!

Today’s breakfast served with FACE, FACE, FACE! Mario loooooved the Ham & Cheese French Toast!


Watch Mario Eat: Apple Blosspm Quiche!

Mario thought real men don’t eat quiche…but boy was he wrong! He loved today’s Apple Blossom Quiche!

If you love Mario, quiche, and all thing breakfast comment below!

Father Nose Best

Life lessons from George…

When I was about 4 years old, I started figure skating. Looking like a calf attempting its first steps, my ankles bent at dangerous angles, ready to snap at any second. I was not the picture of natural talent. Continue reading “Father Nose Best”


It’s taken me a very long time for this concept to sink in.


I hate this picture.


My arms/belly/face looks too fat.


Why did I eat that fourth piece of pizza?

Continue reading “Weight”

Happy (Un)Anniversary

September 15, 2015

Dear 2007 Marie:

Today is our eight year wedding anniversary. Crazy, right??

That was the first thought that popped into my head this morning when I woke up, and it made me smile. Such good memories! You are dressed in a beautiful wedding gown with flawless hair and makeup. People fawning all over you, taking pictures. The only thing you had to do was show up! When does that ever happen? We were surrounded by lots of loving friends and family, ready to have a huge party and celebrate this awesome day.

Then, I rolled over in bed, looked to my right and saw the man I love. Except, it’s not the man you married. Continue reading “Happy (Un)Anniversary”

I Love Me, Who Do You Love?

I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and doggone it, people like me!


Oh, dear, sweet Stuart…..with your 90’s soccer-mom frosted hair, scratchy cardigan, and lavender polyester shirt. Who knew one day your fictional words of wisdom would be popping into my head as a mantra? That’s exactly what happened to me this morning when I woke up.

This has been, by far, the shittiest, most depressing winter I can remember. The weather has been wretched. Everyone has been trapped inside for months. There has been no break from it. Because the sun is a giant asshole and doesn’t want to anyone to be happy, it’s been a sad and lonely couple of months. On the rare occasion we do see the sun, it’s only doing 50% of its job. It’s shining, but provides 0.0% warmth. Every day, same routine. Wake up. Go to work. Go home. Put on pajamas. Stuff face. Lay on the couch. Think, think, think. I’d love to turn my brain off, but unfortunately, my brain hates me and loves to self-torture.

Continue reading “I Love Me, Who Do You Love?”

Failing to Succeed

Failure is not an option.

I was talking to a friend of mine recently about everything going on in my life. What am I doing? What am I going to do? Who am I? Why do I love pizza so much? Ok, maybe that last part wasn’t discussed, but you get the point. In the course our conversation, he told me he recently saw an interview on CNBC with the creator of Spanx, Sara Blakely. She talks about her rise to the top of the that big fat (pun intended) industry, and what drove her there. After my initial outrage and disgust over the fact that he was thinking of me while watching the creator of Spanx, I decided to watch it.

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noun: catharsis; plural noun: catharses

The process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.

Wow, look at me! My first blog. You might not be sure why or how you got here. Well, that makes two of us.

I decided to try this blogging thing to use as some sort of outlet. You see, I’m what you call “going through some shit” and I really need something to do. I don’t have any real hobbies to speak of and there’s only so much reading I can do. I figured, what the fuck, why not. I plan on using this as a forum to talk about anything and everything that I feel like. If you’re looking for a theme, you’re probably going to want to exit stage left. I may or may not keep this up; who knows.

So here we go.

I’m separated from my husband. After 10 years of coupledom, I now find myself sitting in on a donated couch in a one bedroom apartment. I’m not going to get into details as to why, but that’s what’s happening. It’s certainly not what I expected at 33. . I have run the gambit of emotions in the past six months and I have to tell you: it really sucks. This is supposed to be the prime of my life! Family! Kids! Instead, it kind of feels like the swill at the bottom of a garbage can. It’s getting better, but fuck me if this isn’t hard to do. I’ve been happy, sad, mad, confused. I feel like I’ve aged 10 years. Totally sucks.

But, I’ve finally had a breakthrough.

A few days ago, I learned of the passing of Jen Bulik. I never met her, but she married a childhood friend of mine. It’s a tragic and heartbreaking story. Diagnosed with Stage 4 lung cancer, she was given 4-6 months to live around May 2013. So what did she do? She didn’t stop living. She and Jeff got married. They raised thousands and thousands of dollars for their wedding and in the process, a wedding planner heard their story and gave them everything they wanted. They made national news. It was one of the most incredible things I have ever witnessed. It boggles my mind that someone with such a dire prognosis decided that she wasn’t going to let her condition stop her from living life to the fullest. When she died, my initial reaction was of course sadness; for Jeff, for her family, for what they will never have again. But then I realized the beauty in what happened. She made the most of her life and died with an amazing legacy. Her story is what is making me stop in my tracks. I need to get the fuck over myself and accept what I’ve been dealt.

I went back to their site after she died. I don’t know why. I’m glad I did though. I read a post that Jeff had written in September. He wrote:

“We will continue to search, to treat, and to pray…to hope and live in hope (fittingly, this is the motto of the state I was born and raised in).”
Under this quote, he posted a picture of our state flag
That is perfect. That quote hit me like a ton of bricks. I’ve never really given a second thought to this flag and it’s meaning, but it all makes so much sense now. It embodies everything I need to move on. The anchor to hold me down, and the hope that things will get better. In fact, I know they will.