So I've been hearing a lot, and I mean...a LOT, about this woman, Marie Kondo lately. My customers have talked about her, I see posts referring to her, on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter, and I have to admit, I have zero idea what anyone is talking about. Well, not zero, I do have an idea...something… Continue reading Marie Kondo – I just can’t…
He didn't make the team. Three days of tryouts, drills, and tired bones. Three days of holding my breath every time he took the field. Optimism has turned to defeat. And I can't fix it. When he was little, and broke his Thomas the Tank Engine train track, I fixed it. When he scraped his… Continue reading When You Can’t Fix Things
High school baseball tryouts were yesterday. I know this, because for the past few weeks my oldest has been asking if I've signed him up for it. Even after I printed off the registration, handed it to him, and found all of his gear, placing it on his bed. Make no mistake - I signed… Continue reading Leave the Heels, Take the Bat.
My son is getting ready for his Freshman semi-formal right now. I've been asking him for weeks if he needed anything for the dance; a new shirt, pants...a hair cut maybe? Nope. He was 'all set' - until this morning. Just 12 hours before the dance. "I need a shirt. Oh, and a tie." That… Continue reading Getting Ready for the Dance
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?
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.
It’s early Monday morning. A holiday morning. I should be sleeping. But I’m not. My little has decided that she “absolutely needs to eat right now” or she’ll die. I can sense her standing next to me at my bed. She’s poking my arm. I’m not awake. Go away. But she’s persistent. She stops poking… Continue reading You Can Run, But You Can’t Hide