I’m not a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.  Obviously–I’m not a teenager, or a ninja, or a turtle. But I feel I really stray from the path of the TMNT because I don’t eat pizza very often.  But the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles love pizza, so I’ve been thinking about them on National Pizza Day. This…

After Chad and I graduated from college, we packed our bags, and headed off to…Iowa.  Yeah, sometimes I wish we had ventured off to someplace considered more exciting and glamorous, and that we had spent our youth being slightly more adventurous.  But Iowa was good to us. (And, if I had lived somewhere farther away…

I’m a runner.  Nothing too exciting or revelatory there, as I talk, post and blog incessantly about running. Still, accepting that identity was a process, as I had to wrestle with questions of if I ran fast enough, or seriously enough, to claim the “runner” label.  I’m a runner, and I think anyone who runs–whatever…

Hey there, Reader of My Blog Post! You clearly have great tastes in blog reading! Happy Pay a Compliment Day! I love being complimented. I may love it a little too much, and I may have a slightly unhealthy desire for praise and affirmation. I’m sure this is related to my love of performance…you can’t…

I don’t have as much appreciation for the Clash as I ideally should. I did get more knowledgeable a few years ago when we were in a student Clash cover band, but I’ve never really thrown myself into a Clash Consciousness Project.  So to observe International Clash Day today, February 5, I’m pondering a song…

I think I literally jumped for joy.  It was nineteen years ago, so my memory of that detail may be suspect, but I was definitely extremely happy when the bus arrived to take me and my friends to the Liberace Museum outside of Las Vegas. My friends were certainly surprised and amused by my exuberance. …

Chad freed me yesterday from any responsibility for taking our Christmas tree down.  It was mid-morning on a Saturday and we were enjoying our Saturday routine: Listening to our favorite podcast Too Beautiful to Live while hanging out (which for me usually involves latch hooking, as was the case this day). Chad told me that…

I’m pretty happy with my last blog post (https://amyluedtke.wordpress.com/2023/12/31/movin-right-along/). It wasn’t terribly literary or insightful, but it did capture a charming little domestic Chamy anecdote about me being impatient with Chad’s preparation of a breakfast waffle.  Too bad it was all a lie.  Well, not a lie, exactly–I didn’t intentionally invent any content or attempt…

“You better get a move on that,” I directed Chad one morning while we were making our breakfast.  It’s one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever said to him.  I was feeling flustered and frazzled and short on time. Understandable, but the “that” I was specifically referring to was a frozen waffle. A frozen…