I still haven't seen Valentine's Day. And you know what? I'm still a little upset about it. (Just ask Mark - he's been reminded. Several times.)My grandma would tell me that it's not nice to hold a grudge, especially about something as silly as seeing a movie. Then again, I don't think I'm all that nice. It's just that it hurt my feelings that Mark wouldn't see something that I

Turkey Tequila Burgers, Tortellini Primavera, Chicken Cordon Bleu Stromboli, Pacific Pork Kebabs with Pineapple Rice

I'll be the first to admit it: They were not the best cookies I had ever made. I had the darndest time getting the peanut butter kiss cookies off the oven rack, and they were a tad crumbly.But they tasted good. At least I thought so.

Why didn't I find this site until nearly two years after I started wedding planning? Seriously? Seriously!

"I'm not sure why, but I've been a bit of a food snob lately," Mark said.

We were supposed to see Valentine's Day. We were supposed to see the chick flick because a) I really wanted to see it; b) I was planning our Valentine's Day celebration; and c) Mark agreed to go to participate in my planned activities.

I was eating a lovely dinner of leftover chicken and roasted vegetables at my desk while I talked to Mark on the phone.I told him about my day, a boring day that involved a lot of lying around before coming to work. Then, he told me about his morning at school.

They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day. You know what I say? If it's so important, you should get to eat it twice - once at normal time and once at dinner.Yep, I'm advocating breakfast for dinner.The meal was a staple at my house growing up, especially during Lent. Scrambled eggs, pancakes, waffles ... mmm, waffles. Even as a single gal, I'd whip up an omelet for dinner.

It was cold but not that cold. The sidewalks were clear of snow and ice. My feet were moving, and my breathing was fast but steady. I was feeling good. Really good. And when I looked down at my watch after the first 1.25 miles of my 4-mile training run, I found out I wasn't just feeling good. I was doing well, too. I had ran my first mile in less than 10 minutes - a goal I have had for years.

I went meat-free on Fridays. I gave up things I liked and didn't want to live without. Things like candy and hitting my brother and soda and saying curse words.

There's nothing more romantic than sweating with your partner. Or so says Dr. Belisa Vranich, a New York-based clinical psychologist. Vranich, who spoke to the Dallas Morning News

Soup Night is moving to Tuesday.

Ladies, please forgive me for what I'm about to say. I also apologize if your significant other stumbles across the blog and tries to use it "against" you.

"Is the first year really as hard as they say?" my friend asked me.