Me and my pal. In honor of my dear friend, who was diagnosed with, and treated for breast cancer this year, I’m off to get a mammogram tomorrow.(We’re pretty certain that my friend got lucky, in that they caught her cancer fairly early, and were able to treat it, and have pronounced her treatment at …
What is it about me and the Nutcracker Ballet? I am cursed. My friends, I live my life under the Curse of the Sugar Plum Fairy. That curse is a little known phenomenon, but it has to do with a person who chooses to go to a kiddie version of the ballet. Here in Nashville …
It’s funny how one thing leads to another… Remember how the other day I did a post on 5 Things? (Like Five Things that You Don’t Know About Me; and Five Things That I Know Nothing About; and Five Things I’m Knowledgeable About; and Five Things I Believe.) That topic came from Mama Kat‘s Pretty …
I don’t know about you, but I LOVE a good book. The down time during the holidays is one of my favorite times to dig into a great read. In general, I’ve disciplined myself into becoming more of a public library kind of girl: when funds are tight, apart from what we spend on our …
Wonder why I’m sporting a halo? Me, too. But, read on… Oy, vey. Talk about your navel gazing post. Sheesh. I only did this for you, MamaKat, because you prompted me, darn you, through your pretty much world famous Writer’s Workshop. 5 Things You Don’t Know About Me: I laugh loudly. But you can’t hear …
It’s a good read! Yes, I’m going to do it. I’m going to offer you my review of “Saving CeeCee Honeycutt”, the New York Times bestseller, by Beth Hoffman. A BRIEF WORD TO THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVEN’T READ THIS BOOK: Normally, I shy away from reading book reviews of books I haven’t read, because …
You’ll want to go here to give this a listen. Click on the star once you get there. “We play The Big Bison’s CD with dessert after the Thanksgiving meal: that’s when Christmas officially starts at our house. Because only a Philistine would start the Christmas season before dessert on Thanksgiving.” These are the words of …
In No Particular Order: 1. Thousands of jellyfish, floating underneath the swimming pool raft that I was lying on, belly down, in the Adriatic. I could not put a finger or toe in the water without getting stung. Jellyfish don’t swim: they drift with the current. And so do air mattresses. 2. My then boyfriend/soon-to-be-fiancée’s …
I got nominated. Me, and EIGHT MILLION OTHER PEOPLE, for the Homeschool Blog Awards. I was nominated, again, for Best Encourager. This is a fact that you may well find somewhat ironic by the end of this post. I’m in the same category as Ann Voskamp. You can knock it off with the ear-splitting, gut-shaking …
(I borrowed the title for this post from a line from: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”, a poem by T. S. Eliot) My baby boy hadn’t eaten a huge variety of solid foods at all when these pictures were taken. He’d been nursed for quite a while, and then gradually switched over to …
When my son was about 16 months old, my girlfriend invited us over for some wonderful Razzleberry Pie. As I recall, it was a three berry pie: blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries. All the sweetness of summer was packed inside that pastry shell. My son had never had a fruit pie before, and I think he …
View from my Atlanta hotel room’s balcony. Pretty, yes? I wanted to share some of the wealth that was shared with me from my time in Atlanta, city of Zombies, and location to the most recent SITS Girls Bloggy Boot Camp. City of Zombies? You be the judge. It was a kickin’ view, I admit. …
So apparently I’ve been living on another planet. When I signed up to go to Bloggy Boot Camp in Atlanta, I was really looking forward to visiting that fine city again. Sure, I’ve been to Atlanta before. I’ve enjoyed the friendliness of Atlantans, the wonderful shopping, the fine aquarium, and the World of Coke museum. …
As in, brace yourself: this might hurt a bit. I think I need one of those brace and bit things to rotoroot inside my sinuses. I need the power of Mr. Clean in a Neti Pot. Because all of this: Has been filled up with THIS: Prayers for a speedy recovery would be much appreciated.
…and I love this boy. They grow up too dang fast, don’t they? Had my daughter’s 14th birthday celebration this weekend. We built a fire outside, and roasted hot dogs, and my husband got this shot of our 17 year old son, while the girls were roasting hot dogs. Just thought I’d share.