When Packing is Imminent, Blog Instead

If I had started blogging when I was still in college, man, I would have written every day. It is a fantastic way to procrastinate. Since the days of writing term papers are behind me, at least for now...one never knows what the future holds, I have been driven to blog/procrastinate by the empty suitcase, um, still in my closet. If you haven't picked up on the fact: I hate to pack. It's kind of funny when you consider how much I love to travel. As it stands, I did not sleep away from home and/or go out of state in March. One would think packing would be second nature.

DIY Pajama Pant Underdrawers

Who doesn't love a beat to death pair of flannel pajama pants? Personally, I'm an absolute sucker for flannel, so flannel pajama pants are probably the greatest thing ever made. Sadly, all good things must come to an end, right? Well, not anymore!

Introducing the Tuesday Tackle

The economy is bad. If you haven't noticed, please scoot over and let me join you under your rock. However, it is not the worst economy the United States has ever faced. Today, while flipping through the newspaper (gasp, my house still gets one of those!) I came across this article that sent smoke slithering out my ears. The headline, alone, was enough to have me scratching my head and wondering, "WHAT HAPPENED, AMERICA?"

Fall Harvest Flop

There is an unmistakable bite in the breeze recently that means one thing: Fall is coming (that one's for you "Game of Thrones" fans). Although it won't officially be Autumn for nearly another week, the hot summer weather broke a few days ago and this weekend was perfect for jump-starting my favorite season. Fortunately, so I thought, Allaire Village in Farmingdale was hosting a "Fall Harvest Festival" this Sunday. There will be plenty of Fall Festivals, Oktoberfests, Fall Craft Fairs, and the like (that's for you, New Jersey Smith) in the upcoming weeks, but what really strikes Allaire's as different is that it is to be a harvest festival. I enjoy a good craft festival or town festival as much as the next person, but Allaire's festival alluded to history--falsely.

Why I Wish it Were 1911 Instead of 2011

The other day, I, feeling slightly melodramatic, sighed heavily and announced, "I wish we lived a hundred years ago!" Boyfriend (a well-known television/Internet company's newest and, in my humble opinion, best employee), well-used to my dramatic ways, patiently asked why. Not to disappoint, I said, "Because my life would be perfect if it were 1911." Understandably, Boyfriend countered with the well-thought response of "No, it wouldn't." "Actually," I replied, giving semi-logical thought to my statement, "as long as we didn't step foot on the Titanic next year, we would be in pretty good shape."