Jennifer is a one in a million stay-at-home mom. (More like one OF a million stay at home moms!) She graduated from a liberal arts college but there is nothing liberal OR artsy about her. She is married to Kevin Fischer of This Just In, and together they have a beautiful toddler daughter Kyla Audrey. In no particular order she loves dogs, wine, a good bargain, her family, pizza, and entertaining. Follow her blog of all things miscellaneous including but not limited to cooking and baking, entertaining and party planning, being a mommy, and homekeeping.
Although Mother’s Day is quickly approaching, there are hopefully still some contests that are open. Truly a “Mother of the Year” candidate. Wow.
I’ll admit, I’m a bit (OK, a lot) envious of bloggers who provide the rest of us with great recipes, great photos, and great reading. If I didn’t love the Cookbook Queen, I might hate her. I want to make all her baked treats. Every. Single. One. Her recipes and her food styling are fantastic and I dare you not to laugh at her stories.
My senses were feeling assaulted today: there’s a reason the
People either think they are beautiful, or a nuisance. They either want them protected, or exterminated. They find their calls musical or annoying.
Every year, my mom would recount a past Mother’s Day conversation she had with a friend. Although she possessed some very good qualities, Dorothy was an extremely materialistic woman and could speak without thinking. She asked my mom what she got for Mother’s Day and mom proudly explained that I had made her a hand print on a cork disk to hang on the wall. “That’s all you got was a hand print? I got a brand new T.V.” Well let me tell you, that hand print meant more to my mother than any electronic device. I highly doubt Dorothy held on to her T.V. years after it stopped working for sentimental value. My handprint, however, was safely tucked into a memory box that held dozens of other “money can’t buy” treasures for my mom.
I know I am biased. I think my daughter is the most beautiful creature God ever put on this planet. Every parent thinks their daughter is the prettiest thing they’ve ever laid eyes on.
The first “real, adult” trip I ever took was to
As I’ve said in my bio and my blog, I love wine. So, I could certainly call myself an oenophile.
I’ve blogged about my amazing niece Kari. Really: if I posted her photo, marriage proposals in the comments section would come flooding in at such a rate that it would freeze FranklinNOW.com.
Kevin & I have played many versions of Hide and Seek with Kyla.
Who’s looking forward to Memorial Day? Most families: they are marking the unofficial start of the vacation season. Many workers: a 2008 survey documented that 97% of employers offer Memorial Day as a paid holiday. Grocery stores: surely they see an increase in food sales.
LONG before we were expecting our baby, I told our friends and family: Kevin is going to be the “cool” Daddy and I’m going to be the mean, disciplinarian Mommy. Well, maybe not mean but certainly not the one our child would go to when they wanted to stay up later than usual, have an extra candy bar, or get the latest and greatest toy purchased for them. We weren’t finding out the gender of our baby in advance. Still, I knew that if we had a girl it would be even worse.
Maybe it’s my years of piano lessons that will always be in my heart. Maybe it’s my love of anything with a theme. Maybe it’s being married to someone who appreciates music as much as I do. And maybe it’s because I’ve been lucky enough to eat in a lot of restaurants. In any case, I notice what music is playing as I eat. While it isn’t the deal-breaker if I return, it certainly plays a role in my enjoyment of the meal. An obvious example is when I’m at an ethnic restaurant. Call me crazy but I like the background sounds to correspond with the décor and cuisine.