Woman of Many Trades...

I am completely worn out right now. Back to work, being a mommy, attempting to be a wife, cooking, laundry, blah, blah, blah. It all just leaves so little time for blogging these days. I have things I want to tell you about, but every time I sit down to type, my mind says, "Nah, go sit

I'm an Addict...

Hello, my name is Kristen, and I'm addicted to horchata. Yes, I know its shameful that I must have this delicious drink at least 3 times a week, but I just can't help myself. I know that my husband will one day be ashamed of all the pounds I have put on because it is so horribly unhealthy for me. I know that I'm a bad example to my daughter when she sees me order a grande instead of a chica like I should. I know! I know! I know! But to be honest, I've accepted and embraced my horchata addiction, and I don't really have any plans of getting help with my issue.

There I said it. I'm glad I just laid it out there. And I'm sure that if you too have had horchata then you understand why I have this

Crazy or What?...

Am I the only one who thinks this is insanely ridiculous? You can find unlocked gates to electrical panels and open doors on the panels all over the place. Every time Seth and I walk by this panel, we just shake our heads and ponder. Even crazier is how people use it as a storage unit as well. We have found ladders, paint supplies, pesticide, and craziest of all...a surfboard. Mental note to self: keep baby away from panels. I repeat: keep baby away from panel!