This is Mark’s winning grilled cheese recipe.  Praise Cheeses Sandwich Start with sour dough bread, pepper-jack and cheddar cheese.  Add heirloom tomatoes, marinated peppers, smoked beef, and pesto spread. Butter the bread and grill it to perfection. Cut the grilled sandwich in half and top it with fresh sliced avocado and sun dried tomatoes. By the way, that post about his winning sandwich was my 884th post on this blog, and of all the things I have written, this is the . . .

What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions.  It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here. Today’s guest post is by an anonymous reader. When I started taking antidepressants three years ago, they were a life saver. They pulled me out of a very dark place. But because I’ve thrived since then, and because of . . .

*Have we already milked this Charlie Sheen phrase to death?  No, I don’t think so. We’re having a week of winning. First, we went to a little soirée-in-the-park hosted by Tillamook cheese.  The kids got their faces painted and Jafta spent most of the afternoon pummeling a man in a cheese suit with a balloon sword.  But the ultimate winning moment?  Mark won us a year’s supply of Tillamook cheese!  They held a grilled-cheese sandwich contest where we could make a . . .

I read blogs.  A lot of them.  It might even be considered one of my addictions hobbies. So in honor of the Ultimate Blog Party going on this week, I am going to give my very best advice for others who read blogs.  I mean, sure, you can just keep on manually typing in url’s, scanning blogs to see if they’ve updated, or going through the blogroll on your own blog.  But what if there was a better way?  What if you could streamline the way you read blogs?  What if you . . .

We have had the same two Netflix movies at our house since August. SINCE AUGUST. Why?  Because we lost the red mailer that we need to send them back. Apparently, this is a problem that two people with graduate degrees cannot solve.  Every couple of weeks, we will talk about how we wished we had a new Netlfix to watch.  As if one is going to appear in the mailbox.  And then we will remember the missing red envelopes, and just sigh and shrug, because . . . what can we . . .

I’m gonna go ahead and call it.  In the contest of “most awkward google search term ever”, I win.  For all of time, I win.  This was what I discovered in my search term analytics today: (Spontaneous emergence of proglottids from the anal sphincter. Leading to this post.) *Confession: My involvement with Blogher means that, on occasion, my post titles show up on the sidebar of other blogs.  Several of those blogs are . . . how shall I say . . . a little more in the . . .