It’s been a rough couple of days. I’ve been so darn negative. I’m already predisposed to negativity. Realism, as I call it. But the fact of the matter is, I don’t have one drop of optimism in my body. I […]
Holy moly, friends! Remember the weight loss struggle I went through? That I blogged about for days and weeks? Well, here it is: http://www.livestrong.com/success-stories-a-day-life-i-m-livestrong-girl/. My success story is posted on LIVESTRONG.com and I couldn't be more proud of …
Tomorrow officially marks my one-month vacation from Facebook. How crazy is that? What a weird question. Why would it be crazy to not be on Facebook? And yet somehow it is. I've been in a constant …
All right, so now that our anniversary's over, I can fill you in on the rest of the ridiculous story of acquiring the gift for my hub-a-lub. I'll start off buy saying that finding an anniversary …
Happy Anniversary, babe! Today my husband and I celebrate our fourth wedding anniversary. You know, the linen/silk/flowers one? Well let me tell you a little story about my anniversary so far... This morning started chaotically, per usual. …
As you know (or not), I am the organizer of a playgroup. It's so much more than a traditional playgroup. Check out www.meetup.com and you'll see what I mean. It's hard to describe, but it's almost like …
Being a stay-at-home-parent is probably one of the most lonely jobs on the planet. I'm the founder and organizer of a playgroup of 60+ people, and I'm still so lonely that it hurts. The friends …
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. The children …
I've just started reading The Distant Hours by Kate Morton. It's a mysterious, alluring, mystical book. It's about a castle and all of the secrets the lie inside it's grand front entrance. I've just gotten …
The holidays are always a source of fun, tension, stress, enjoyment, exhilaration, and as adults, silent discontent. Sitting in traffic, imaginary parking lot wars, trudging through lines at our favorite (and some not so) stores …
