I don't live in the country. Sometimes I'd like to. I'd plant my own garden and maybe get a fainting goat or a miniature pony. Definitely a tiny pig. For now, I live on a street with many other houses. We aren't close enough to pass sugar to each other through the windows, but there… Continue reading Why Did the Rooster Cross the Road?
Everyone grab a party hat! I'm back! Time to celebrate! I haven't posted in a few weeks. Has anyone missed me? No? Maybe just a little? My life has been pure craziness lately. The forecast for next month looks to be even crazier. It's ok, I just don't have much time to do anything right… Continue reading 9 Things: Part 2
Have you seen the movie Wall-E? The little robot that sneaks aboard a spaceship housing all the people who destroyed the Earth with their excessive trash and laziness. They literally float about the ship in chairs with a screen in front of their face and never physically interact with each other. It's pretty sad actually.… Continue reading Socially Awkward Media
Ok, here's the thing. I got stuck in a dressing room. Not my finest moment, but because I promised to share real-life moments, I won't keep this little gem to myself. Yesterday was the first day of spring. It was warm and sunny and beautiful. Birds were singing, trees were blooming. I was sneezing like… Continue reading The Day I Got Stuck in a Dressing Room
Before I get into what happened, let me start at the beginning. We had a rough month. The kids had the flu and double ear infections. One also had strep. We went through weeks of high fevers, doctors visits and zero sleep for mommy. Once they were finally better, my husband got sick. Cue single… Continue reading The Preparation H Incident
These are my 9 things. I've got many more, but you're only getting 9. Confessions? Secrets? I don't know, but this is hard to do, so no judging please. Yes, maybe I'll exaggerate a point or two for effect. Hopefully at least one or two will speak to someone else. 1. I first saw it… Continue reading 9 Things
I was planning to write about my quest for the best nail polish, which is funny because I never cared about polish until a few months ago. My nails have since been a different color every week. I guess it's decades of a missed beauty ritual I'm making up for. While gathering my thoughts about… Continue reading Not the Spa Type