Tweet T’was the night before Christmas and all thru the house, not a creature was stirring but that little mouse that I heard the other night. nice. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, hoping that mom and dad can scrape up something to put in there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while mom had insomnia because she is growing a human. I in my t-shirt, and hubs in hisread more…
Tweet From the sound of it, I believe we have a visitor in the house. Right now it’s 11:46 pm and I can hear something chewing on something in the kitchen. I don’t want to walk in there for two reasons: 1. It will hear me and run. 2. If it hears me and runs I could see it running toward me and, well, that’s just not cool. It’s not that mice scare me, they justread more…
Tweet Can I just deviate from all things spiritual for a minute and talk about something a little bit more personal? Okay…. I snore when I sleep. Now, to be clear, I don’t snore when I’m not pregnant, but seein’ as how I’m growing a baby, for some reason my nasal area isn’t working very well. It’s embarrassing! I try to stay on one side or the other, but inevitably, I end up on my backread more…
Tweet A couple of nights ago I was leaving church and had turned onto the access road to I-35. I had the windows down and I think the radio was off. It was a nice, cool night. On the right, the cars on the highway were roaring by, zipping past what was on my left: lush, wooded land with deer and bugs and stuff. Quiet. As I looked at both sides of the road, I realizedread more…
Tweet I love stick figures. There is something about a stick figure that makes us all even, all aware of our surrounding. They make us consider our choices, like whether or not to cross the street, or if we should or should not stick our hand in something with blades. They teach us things. They remind us of things that could kill us like big trucks and giant animals. Stick figures can tell stories very differentlyread more…
Tweet I got one of these. I’ve been wanted one of these and now it’s almost as if my friend, this here little laptop, has been kicked to the side and forgotten. Poor laptop. It’s been here for me for so long and now, I have a new friend. Younger, sleeker, more fun buttons and a screen that lets me touch it. Poor laptop. But, laptop, I still need you. You have a bigger screen andread more…
Tweet There is a giant weed growing in our back yard. Poor hubs, he’s been covered up and just can’t get to mowing the back yard. No biggy, it’s just the girls who play back there. And, it’s been raining, so there you go. I was washing the dishes and looking at that giant weed and it struck me that many times that’s what the ugly root of bitterness looks like…even in a lush yard. Theread more…
Tweet I know this blog has been pretty sparse lately, but, well, um, I’m busy. Okay, I’m not that busy, but if feels like when it’s summer you’re supposed to just watch things to by and that’s what I’ve been doing with this blog. Don’t get me wrong, I love blogging, I just seem to love not blogging more right now. Weird, I know. What I’m going to have to do is write down some ofread more…
Tweet Sometimes I wish I were more creative and could open my own Etsy store or something. I’ve always wanted to run my own business, but have never wanted to run it. I like the idea of doing something fun that will make me money without having to work, but I hear it just doesn’t work that way. For instance, my friend Kim makes aprons. I can’t make an apron to save my life–well, maybe toread more…
Tweet Let’s face it, there are some things that guys just have easier than we ladies. Shall I name a few? No periods, unless we’re talking about some sport.No cramps, unless they have held the drill for too long or have run too far.No PMS, unless we’re talking about late nights (pm’s).No bladder control problems on the trapoline after birthing three children, unless they are a man who has, in fact, birthed three children.No sitting toread more…
