Yesterday my baby sister, Spanky made a plea in comments that I *not* participate in the American Idol Cocktail Countdown.
And she’s right. As a New Age Mama/hardcore Nutrition Nazi, the *last* thing I should do is flood my veins with alcohol.
After all, I hear shooting organic raisins intravenously is much more fun.
But yeah, I love […]

Here’s a hip(py) tip for you:
If you are a New Age Mama who makes your own skincare products, it’s probably a good idea to keep your organic, rosemary-infused vinegar-based astringent from areas that are sensitive to this sort of concoction.
Specifically, areas like your eyeballs.
Even if you think it’s a great idea—even if you feel so […]

I was visiting Random and Odd this afternoon and came across something that gave me pause. On today’s blog post there was a sentence about wanting to avoid researching the symptoms of a disease, because, as the author writes, “the last time I googled something to make sure I spelled it right, I found […]

Ok, I am an idiot. I feel really bad about the last post so, for the first time in hannihaus history, I removed something that had already been published.
It was rude, and highly uncouth, and totally misrepresentative of who I am and what this blog is about. It was one of those things […]

My body is a mysterious thing. Sometimes it’s a supremely functioning work horse, able to withstand the greasiest of pepperoni pizza, the gooiest of caramel drenched cream puffs, and the most colon-blowing 7 layer burritos (my favorite!). Last weekend, however, a meager glass of 1% milk (shaken, not stirred) sent my stomach into […]