We’re moving full steam ahead on our New Year’s goals in the Krieger household. Tom’s riding his bike to work, doing speed work to train for the 10K, and I still miss drinking Diet Coke. Every single day I think about my plan to “Reduce clutter, organize and make our house more liveable”. My first

Contrary to what these photos might imply, we haven’t started solids with David yet. Instead, we’ve just been putting him in his high chair while WE eat solids. He likes it so far; being on the same level with us is his version of a Caribbean cruise. When we went to Franklin County for my mom’s birthday,
I haven’t written much about running lately, but it’s not because I haven’t been running. Instead, running has become less of an Event and more commonplace. I’m getting back to my old self. Not totally, but I’m getting there. The other day I went for a run wearing my running tights. I wore them earlier this
In case you can’t tell, it’s the middle of birthday season for the Krieger and Southall families. It was my mom’s birthday this Sunday, and David and I made the trip to Franklin County to celebrate. I never thought my family had birthday traditions, but now that I joined another family, I realize that we do.
This month almost killed me. The sleep deprivation beat me to the bottom of a hole and had me begging for mercy. I had lunch with a friend one day and had the following conversation: Friend: So we traded in our car for a Pittance. Me: A Pittance? Nice. And who makes the Pittance again?
The fish hook.
Have you ever heard of the fish hook? No, not a fish hook, THE fish hook. It’s when you hook your finger in someone’s mouth and jerk back as if they were a fish and you were a hook. It’s one of the worst things you can do to a person, it renders them completely