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High Tea Hype July 27, 2015

Filed under: Tales of Humanity's Imperfections — meganorussell @ 8:30 pm
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I grew up in an inn where my mother ran costumed Victorian tea parties. So naturally whenever we went on vacation my mother would take us for a busman’s holiday, and we’d all go out for high tea.  This was something that I got used to at a very young age. We went to tea shops, grand hotels, out of the way inns. If there was a tea in town, my mother found it.

Fast forward to the first time my then fiancée/now husband came on vacation with us to Cape Cod. We were driving around, and my mother spotted a little tea room. We hadn’t had lunch, so we decided to give it a go. I told my husband that we were going to go for tea, and his little face just sank. Like a little puppy who had just figured out that his bowl was empty.

I looked at my mother, and we both realized at the same moment that when we said go to tea, he thought we meant “let’s sit down and drink a cup of tea.” And having my mother’s sense of humor, we silently agreed not to tell my husband that food was in fact a large portion of afternoon tea. He whispered to me as we went into the tea shop, “But I’m really hungry.”

I whispered back, “We’ll get something to eat in a few hours.” (more…)

 

The Sad Tale of the Squirrel January 7, 2015

Filed under: Animal Antics — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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Once upon a time (yesterday morning to be exact), there was a little squirrel. He liked to run and play, and since he lived in Florida, he liked to climb palm trees.

Now, when he was a young squirrel, his mother told him to be careful of the great birds in the sky. For though most of the birds wouldn’t, the evil ones would eat the guts from his very belly.

The days went by, and the squirrel forgot his mother’s warning. He knew that on the other side of the driveway sweet nuts grew. So, the little squirrel ran across the pavement, intent only on his treat, and before he knew it, a great bird had struck him dead. The bird’s mother had told him that squirrel gizzards were the tastiest treat. And the bird ate the little squirrel’s guts first, only looking up when an unsuspecting human tried to get into their car and ran away screaming when the bird dragged the squirrel away by its entrails.

Thus ends the sad tale of the squirrel. And my love of birds.

 

I Have Food Allergies May 28, 2014

Filed under: What Doesn't Kill You — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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I have food allergies. Not like I sniffed a peanut and now I might die, but still I have them. Unfortunately, the number of food allergies that I have makes finding food I can actually eat rather difficult. And though I make light of it, sometimes it really sucks. (more…)

 

A Bridal Breakdown: Part Two December 30, 2013

Filed under: Marriage Mayhem — meganorussell @ 8:30 pm
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My wedding was very homegrown. The venue owed my mom a favor. The DJ was an old friend of my sister’s. We set out our own table cloths and used the china from my mother’s Inn. I would tell you how much it cost to do the whole thing, but that would be cruel. It was amazingly simple, and everything I ever wanted. Except for the food. (more…)

 

This Little Piggy September 2, 2013

Filed under: Animal Antics — meganorussell @ 8:05 am
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I stopped eating pork the day I saw the movie Babe. When that baby pig called for his mother as she was taken away to be slaughtered, I lost it. I’m tearing up a little now just writing about it. So I told my family no more pig! No pork chops, no bacon, and no Bacos because it sounded too much like the offensive bacon. (more…)