I interrupt your regularly scheduled blog post to bring you this absolute mind-numbing nonsense… While on this marital tilt-a-whirl ‘Tis true, I have become a country girl He wooed this city girl and now I can’t see my neighbors…but maybe a cow? I’ve now grown 2 humans and vegetables…bliss! {Isn’t there a super-hero cape for this?} But the part that… Read More
Gingerbread & Company
My sisters and I gathered on Monday for our first annual cookie baking & decorating day. We made “undercover” mammary munchies {with oatmeal cookie dough}, sugar cookies in various shapes, raspberry pecan pinwheels, gingerbread characters, and chocolate-dipped pretzel rods a plenty! And lots of coffee & tea, but of course! It was a blast! {Except for the part where I… Read More
The Mother Load
Remember this little helper? Well, he’s back…and he’s cleaner & drier than ever! Yes, he’s all mine. No, you may not borrow my dryer ball. Er, I mean…boy.
The Birds and The Bees…and Some Little Apple Seeds
While my hubby and I love talking to couples about the {regrettably under-talked about, within-the-context-of-the-Christian-community} topic of sex, and the undeniably crucial role it plays within a healthy marriage…we really didn’t know how – or when – to broach the subject with our kids. We actually look forward to having “the talk” with them when they’re older, to… Read More
Two Words
Trader Joe’s. Dark Chocolate. Powerberry madness. Yum yum. Oh my giddy aunt! Yes, I know…that’s 4 words. Give a sugar-lovin’ lass some grace…I ate (almost) no sugar for 100 days! And my brain still works. In fact…and I hate to admit this…it works better. I think. I lost 11 pounds. And am going to try my darndest to not reacquaint… Read More
I Am Delusional: Christmas Tree Edition
I haven’t had a tree of my own for the past 2 years. Christmas of 2008 was spent surrounding by boxes, a bullet proof vest, guns and the remainder of freshly acquired police gear my hubby had brought home from academy. He graduated as a State Trooper a mere 6 days before Christmas, was posted an hour away, and was… Read More
Listen, I Tell You A Mystery…
I am whipped. And I have a smashing headache. My bed beckons. I wonder if I could call in today. Take a day off from mothering? Just one sick day. Or a mental health day would be grand. And the rambunctious 3 year old who usually stirs around 8am is fast asleep in MY bed, next to my hubby, while… Read More
Open Mouth, Insert Foot {and other Burnt Offerings}
I like feet. Little ones, to be exact. Especially when stocking covered or cowgirl boot clad, and in mid swing. That’s when I love feet. {and thus, I become said foot photographer} But my feet. They’re a whole ‘nother story. You see, I have this adorable pair of ribbon-covered ballet flats that I acquired on super clearance at Target {which… Read More
Looking Ahead: The {not so} Nutshell Version
I interrupt your regularly scheduled post to bring you this scintillating collection of “what’s on the horizon” blips from my oh-so-exciting life: * I have discovered 2 interesting things about myself over the past 86 days. 1. I function well under strict food “law”… Some sugar = never works. After all, “some” is relative. No sugar whatsoever =… Read More
15 {Potentially Awkward} Things…
You probably don’t know about me. {and quite possibly, don’t want to} I think sweaty feet smell like buttered popcorn {which, needless to say, I don’t care for}, and belly-button “jam”, like parmesan cheese {which, disturbingly enough, I do enjoy}. I really want a tattoo. I’m just far too chicken to go through with it, which is odd… Read More
Identity Crisis: Averted
I didn’t realize how much of my identity and value was wrapped up in this little green booklet thingie. I had no clue that my unspoken claim to fame was simply getting to be different from the majority of the crowd. I don’t look different. I’ve almost completely lost my accent. But I feel a little different. It’s the kind… Read More
It’s Not Wrong…It’s Just Long {ENSJ}
My husband and I have a mantra: “it’s not wrong…it’s just different”. We picked up the phrase {as it pertains to marriage} while taking the Love & Respect course years ago. I then adopted it as my mom-tra as I began to see how, even played out in my own life, our differences {in parenting choices and “mommy-style”} could stir… Read More
