My new stove (thank you Sears card) arrives on Saturday.

I had to replace the old one after the door fell off, which I’m fairly certain is because the guys painting the kitchen used it to pull the oven away from the wall.

Contractor FAIL!

Also, you have to set it 45 degrees higher than the recommended temperature, unless you want to wait 6 hours and have Mexican pizza for breakfast. (more…)

I’m not a car person.

I put gas in it and change the oil every 50,000 miles or so and it takes me where I need to go.

Everything else is witchcraft.

How many cylinders does my car have? I dunno. 37? Why does the radio work but not the air conditioner when the car’s turned off? It’s the ball bearings, isn’t it? What’s a hemi? A half-cup car bra? (more…)

Is is just me or does everyone have one month so jammed full of birthdays you end up broke and sick of cake by the end of it?

Welcome to September.

Actually, wave goodbye to it in the rearview mirror because it’s finally over, but not without my being talked into making cake balls…again. This time for my niece Ashley’s 14th birthday.

As you may have guessed, I’m not a planner. Cake ball inspiration never hits me until I’m staring at a bowl of melted candy and a half-empty box of food coloring, which ultimately makes the decision on what the finished product will look like. (more…)