So the pie isn't perfect? Cut it into wedges. Stay in control, and never panic.
When I was incarcerated at Alderson in West Virginia for a five-month term, they had a ceramics class.
I had a critical father. I'm more like my father. He was a sales rep for pharmaceutical companies.
The more you adapt, the more interesting you are.
I am often asked the question: 'What is your favorite type of food?' Although I always answer Japanese, the real response should be and is pierogi, the delectable Polish dumplings that my mother, Big Martha, made so well in many incarnations: potato, sweet cabbage, blueberry, peach, plum, and apricot.
There are two kinds of people... There are the dreamers who go and buy, and there are the doers who go and make. And I've always recognized that. So the dreamers are what support our company because they will buy the product that they could make if they wanted to, had time to, or were so inclined to.
Franchesca and Sharkey, my French bulldogs, have their own blog. And they are brilliant at it.
I was the second of six kids. I wouldn't say we were poor; we had no money. That's different.
I began raising chickens primarily for their eggs, but over the years, I've also grown fond of caring for them and learning about their many different breeds and varieties.