According to Trish

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Month: November 2011

  • The Single Momma Sorority

    I haven’t showered since Thanksgiving (yes, of 2011, smartasses). I showered that morning, then I took a pass the next day as the kidsters and I were just planning a day of bouncing around the greater suburban Philadelphia area visiting cousins. Then later that night … the cough. The evil cough. The ex took the…

  • Talkin’ turkey (not a cooking post — really, what were you thinking?)

    Today I’m thankful for: 1. Waking up with the Irishman instead of waking up alone on Thanksgiving. 2. A gorgeous morning. A detour through Valley Forge Park on the way home. Scenery that still takes my breath away even though I’ve seen it a million times. My own “secret corner” of the park. 3. Just…

  • Food for Thought …

    Hey, blogmuffins. A lot of you wrote to me about the food drive that I’ve mentioned a  few times here on the old bloggity. If you were touched by those stories and would like to help, please check out the Web site for Food for Thought – Philadelphia. Some great friends have banded together with me…

  • Secrets of the Irish

    Last night the Irishman invited the kids and I to family night at his “secrety society” of Irishmen. Want to know what the raffle prizes are for a gathering of Irish people? First prize: Whiskey. Second prize: Whiskey. Third prize: Whiskey. There was no fourth prize. No kidding. I think I laughed for 20 minutes…

  • What I Didn’t Do Today

    If you want to know if I took a half an hour of precious work-at-home time today to attempt to make a much-craved pumpkin pie, I did not. If you want to know if I then ruined the entire thing by dumping too much salt into the mix because the lid wasn’t properly secured to…

  • Pioneering the Single Momma Lifestyle

    I guess I sort of left you all hangin’ with the Irishman, huh? God bless that crazy, ridiculous man. He has given me carte blanche to blog about him. I have license to say anything I want. (Really, babe? Anything?) (I don’t know who I’m writing to there in those parenthesis because he swears he’s…