I’ll admit it. I love this time of year. When the days grow shorter, and the air becomes crisp, and the smell of a wood burning stove permeates from house to house, I revert to a child-like state. It’s the beginning of the holiday season. From November to January, I am in a perpetual good… Continue reading It’s That Time of Year Again…
Three weeks before our wedding, my husband was diagnosed with colon cancer. He was just 29 years old. I remember the oncologist telling us to cancel the wedding and our Hawaiian honeymoon, as he would need surgery right away, possible chemo & radiation. But he was unwavering. "I've waited my whole life for this woman.… Continue reading Love Worth Fighting For
Here’s how absolutely vain I am. When I was in the 6th grade, I needed glasses. Like, really needed glasses. I sat in the front row of class and wouldn’t put them on until the teacher walked in, and closed the door behind her. When I was in my early 20s, before contact lenses came… Continue reading Vanity, How I Loathe You…
What is it about having the day off that makes me feel like I need to do a million things in order to feel worthy of having the day off? Every Monday, after I get my little to the bus, I'm almost giddy with excitement as I run up the front steps and into the… Continue reading Why I Can Never Drink Hot Coffee.
Last week was rough. I was pooped on by my dog, chased after a fox to save my chickens, had my poor little ear skin burned by a 410 degree curling iron, poked myself in the eye with a tweezers, and had an ongoing fight with a fly that just would not retreat. Throw in… Continue reading And how was your week?
I know what you're thinking, and why this scares you. Things may change. Your life may change. Your head tells you to keep it all in, keep it quiet. Swallow it down and keep it to yourself. But your heart is heavy, and holding it all in has been wreaking havoc on your mascara. It's… Continue reading When it all falls apart…
So y'all know I have chickens. Five, to be exact - after learning the one that I personally picked out, was indeed a roo. Oh, and after the two we 'adopted' from my daughter's classroom, decided to escape. (yes, that's what we've told the kids) So now there are five. And I'm not gonna lie,… Continue reading A Fox in the Hen House…Well…Almost.
Slime. When I was growing up, "slime" was a word you used for a person of questionable character. As I got older, slime was a green liquid that you tried to avoid, as seen on a popular Nickelodeon show back in the 90s. Slime wasn't something you wanted to be around. Slime was gross. I'd… Continue reading So Sick of Slime
I make a list. I take it with me. I go to the grocery store with the list. The list tells me what I need. I should follow the list. I park the car, grab my cart and I'm ready. I've got the list in my hand. And then I walk in, and I'm immediately… Continue reading The Shopping List
Is it wrong to be sick of my kids? I mean, like, really sick of my kids. Like I need a break from them and they've only been home from school for like, 5 minutes. But as soon as they get off the bus, it starts. "I want ice cream." "I wanna go for a… Continue reading Moms, Can You Relate to This?