a beautiful mess

too many bracelets


too many earrings


too many books


too many CDs

a little night visitor

One morning Toad sat in bed.
"I have many things to do".
"I will write them all down on a list so that I can remember them".
Toad wrote on a piece of paper: list of things to do
Then he wrote: sit on Auntie M's patio tonight

we sang we danced

we sang


we danced


we stole things


we bought t-shirts

what to do with chicken

start with a salad of heirloom tomatoes and bocconcini


cut up some chicken and saute in a little olive oil/remove from pan/pour in some chicken broth/add some fresh green beans and garlic/after a couple minutes add roasted red pepper, kalamata olives and the chicken/put it on some tri-color linguine


don't forget the parm before you dig in

baby lissa

I drew this from a photograph of my baby sister when I was taking art classes my sophomore year of high school. My mom recently gave it to me and I think I'll have it reframed and hang it in my guest bedroom.

after the storm

It seems that here in WNY we often have days that are gray all day long. Such was today. I glanced out the window as I was leaving work. It looked like rain was on the way again. The coldest, rainiest July in 65 years. By the time I got off the elevator it was coming down in buckets. Then just before evening comes, as is also very typical here in WNY, the sun peeks out again and fills the sky with the afterglow of the storm.

fattening up my tapeworm

After workouts I always need to stop at Wegman's for something. Tonight we needed turkey breast for sandwiches and then I wandered all the other aisles and bought these three chocolate bars with wrappings too adorable to pass up and flavors to delectable to miss out on.