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Slinging My Pasta Sauce
I make a mean sauce, but then being half Italian, it’s in my blood. If I didn’t make a decent sauce, I would be shunned by my family. Disowned, I tell ya! Now you might think a good sauce... Continue reading →
Springtime
Springtime It has a nice ring to it. Daisy, Daisy give me your answer do. I’m half crazy all for the love of you. It won’t be a stylish marriage, I can’t afford a carriage. But you’ll look... Continue reading →
Pint at The Pub
After picking up my Iron Girl race packet at Fit2Run at International Plaza, I stopped by The Pub for a pint. I was pretty bummed that my race shirt was too small, so I drowned my sorrows in a Breckenridge... Continue reading →
Sundays in My City at IKEA
*Taken with my Droid at IKEA in Tampa* Continue reading →
You Can Pick Your Peeps
You can pick your Peeps. And you can pick your nose. But you can’t let your Peeps pick your nose. Today is the last day to link up your purple post over at Gone Bananas for Kirsty’s Passionate... Continue reading →