Writer. Former cheesemonger (NOT in recovery). Lover of edibles. Doer of things the hard way.
My name is Annie. I am currently living my dream as a freelance writer. However, in my last job I wrote about conveyor belts. Let me back up and say that again:
CONVEYOR BELTS, PEOPLE!
What does all this mean for YOU?
It means this blog was born from suppressed creativity (a.k.a. boredom), and now serves as an outlet for my obsessive nature. Through my exploits you can get IDEAS and BE INSPIRED, even if that inspiration comes in the form of “don’t ever do THAT.”
Follow this laywoman’s adventures in cooking, home improvement, and brat-rearing to see how a real person gets it done – and then do it yo’ damn self!
That’s me up there. As you can see, I am a redhead, and yes, everything you’ve heard about us is true.
To my left is my Chilean hubby Max. His full name is 36 characters long. That name confuses all manner of DMV and Social Security employees and is the reason my last name is still my maiden name.
Front and center is our halfsie baby Lucia. I call her “Miss Chile America” and lots of other names that make me sound like Nell.