Life & Love & Lessons Learned

I Can Do It? Can I? Can I really?

So, I made a list this morning. After yesterday's chocolate induced coma, I decided to jump back on the healthy horse and start eating right again. I don't want a double chin. I don't want to wear pants with elastic waists and tops that look like tablecloths. I need to do this. I gotta do… Continue reading I Can Do It? Can I? Can I really?

Holidays & All Things Chaotic, Life & Love & Lessons Learned

Why February Hates Me

So I've been trying to lose weight. What else is new. Bad enough there are five birthdays in February to celebrate...mine included, but Valentine's Day too? February sucks for losing weight. And once you've opened the door to a piece of cake, the others want to enter. Bring on the cupcakes, chocolates, and all things sweet… Continue reading Why February Hates Me

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Finding Your Way Home

I'm sitting here, staring at a blank screen, wanting to write something, anything that will bring you home. If I could find the words...if I could reach you somehow...maybe, just maybe it would bring you back. The truth is, you don't even know me. My face has never crossed your path. We are strangers. Yet… Continue reading Finding Your Way Home

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Leave the Girl, Take the Cookies

I already know I'm going to be one of those parents. One of overprotective, over-intrusive mom who asks inappropriate questions and embarrasses her kids. I can feel it. I'm trying to fight the urge. I'm trying to take a deep breath and think it through. Think before I speak, sort of thing. But my… Continue reading Leave the Girl, Take the Cookies

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Live Your Dream

Six years ago I drove down a street in my hometown. It was the same street where my friends and I would stop in after school at the local pizza joint, and then head next door to the ice cream shop. As I approached the pizza shop, I noticed a "For Rent" sign in the… Continue reading Live Your Dream

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Why I will never fold laundry again, unless I’ve personally washed it myself

After a long day at the boutique, I came home to an empty house. Heaven! The husband and the kids were out. Nice! Alone time. The house was mine all mine. Well, mine and my pups. In my elation, I ran upstairs to put on my pjs and get all snuggled up to watch some… Continue reading Why I will never fold laundry again, unless I’ve personally washed it myself