Rise and shine, it’s the morning of our very first Meatball Chronicles event. We’ve invited our followers and I am slightly nervous. Sadly, I envision my wedding day being an identical situation–a bunch of people I don’t care about, showing up for the food, booze... [+]

We needed to sleep in today- what a horrible task. Ella’s brunch doesn’t start until 11am and if we had woken up any earlier we surely would have starved! It’s 10am and Ryan has approached my bed with a bottle of bubbly. If there weren’t... [+]

It’s diner time! I’ve been craving a hot greasy breakfast from a white-haired, overly charming, coffee pouring, lady server for quite some time now and Ryan has made a remarkable selection:  Potbellies. I’ve never been but chances are I’ll love it.  My love for diners... [+]

The saga continues: The Fag Hag, The Country Boy, and Two Butt Pirates. We’re becoming a cute little family, the four of us, albeit dysfunctional, non-traditional and motley. Sean and John-Paul can’t have babies because um, they practice “docking” and Ryan and I are “out... [+]

We’re off to North Carolina to attend a wedding, but more significantly I am meeting Ryan’s family for the first time. My mom always tells me to be careful because when you marry a man you marry his family. I want to tell my future... [+]