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Cerealously Presents The Perfect Cereal for Every Mood

October 23, 2015 // 0 Comments

Let’s be honest: it’s hard to predict your own mood. Life has more corkscrews than a wine enthusiast who just so happens to build thrilling roller coasters in her spare [...]

National Cereal Day: A Time To Reflect On Crunchy Goodness

March 7, 2015 // 1 Comment

March 7 is National Cereal Day, a time to celebrate one of our favorite comfort foods. Cereal, thank you for always being there for us, for breakfast, a quick snack, a [...]

It’s Okay to Eat Lucky Charms for Dinner

March 6, 2015 // 9 Comments

Alice Seuffert is a Minnesota mom, wife, education researcher, food blogger at Dining with Alice and the Kitchen Star on the television show, Twin Cities Live. You can find [...]

on Notes from Nanea | Ordinary Sad
22 May 2019
So grateful some one knows how I feel
on Notes from Nanea | Ordinary Sad
22 May 2019
As someone who also can no longer drink and who deals with some stuff, I can tell you that we never want people to feel bad for making drinking references or to feel like they can't enjoy themselves around us. Offer sympathy but keep treating her as you always have. Maybe check in more. But don't grieve any harder than she is, because she'll end up carrying that, too, and she'll worry about your feelings. You sound like a good friend. Just keep being one.
on Notes from Nanea | Ordinary Sad
21 May 2019
Reading your post this afternoon. Did you look into my heart? My friend from college, now 30+ years ago has pulmonary hypertension and is in failing health. She’s 54 with a limited life expectancy. Yesterday, I sent a picture for cute-as-can-be mason jar shot glasses that I found in a discount store to a former coworker. We’ve kept in touch via FB and messaging. She comments the glasses are cute but she doesn’t drink anymore. Then she txts she has Lupus. The world falls from beneath me. I wondered around the store for maybe another 20 minutes. Numb. Exchanging texts with this friend. And I felt so bad about that picture. And I felt guilty for my health. And i was ashamed of my feeble replies to her. So regular sad is sometimes at the foot of my bed. Or greets me at the door after work and I find my dog has once again pooped in the house and chewed up an ink pen or shredded a book. But today I’m big sad. Last night, crawled in the covers beside me and sits just out of sight. But here. I’m ashamed of myself. With all my bills paid, manageable expenses. And now two people who have shackles of worry and fear and other feelings I couldn’t even begin to imagine. If only crawling through broken glass could convey us to the other side
on Anxiety Blobs Living Their Lives
17 May 2019
they don't ship to Thailand... snif!!!
on It’s OK Not to Want a Tribe
16 May 2019
My girlfriend's and I get together rarely and there's actually 2 different groups but it's always fun! They're infrequent but always special! I am the type of person that rolls with the flow and if we can arrange it, great! But it's not expected or required and that makes our get-togethers special!