Hi horseys! I mean, hi kiddos! I mean, HI ADULTS! Wow, it’s nice to talk to someone who doesn’t have four hooves or who doesn’t need me for EVERYTHING. So,
Hi horseys! I mean, hi kiddos! I mean, HI ADULTS! Wow, it’s nice to talk to someone who doesn’t have four hooves or who doesn’t need me for EVERYTHING. So,
My dear friend Amy suggested that perhaps, although I’m not a flakey person by nature, I’m simply going through a “Season of Flakeyness” right now. Which I think about sums
Our Epic Adventure was a blast. Probably one of the best weekend trips we’ve had in a while… good friends, good eats and great adventure… but my quads are definitely
First off, I’d like to apologize to the dozens of readers who’ve found this blog by searching “how to deal with internet meanies”. Obviously, once you came here, you realized
go here. Am I biased? No way. I have many more things to say, but no time at the current moment. Hang tight, my pretties! We will meet again!
Last night, Adam and I were curled up on the couch having a blissfully unexciting Saturday night – catching up on our DVR backlog – when Annie texted me. I
I’ve been sick. I’ll sum it up for you as I did for my compassionate G-chat friend this morning… I feel like my head is stuffed with cotton, I’m wearing
Today was rough, as Tuesdays generally are. However, thanks to a “re-gifted” golf sweater from Hot D of BFF fame, I have rediscovered my love of pale, daisy-like, not-quite-ducky-but-very sunshine-y
I’ve been thinking about life lately, about the relative smallness or largeness of it, and the things that make me frustrated or hold me back or keep me flirting with
I keep everything. Well, not everything. But cards, notes, movie stubs and scraps of paper with doodles or notes from friends – those are IMPOSSIBLE for me to throw away.