I don't get to wear hats much in the desert. So when it gets a little chilly in cactus town, I like to wear a hat. And let's face it, now that I have decided to embrace the wave that I was born with, that embrace comes with the realization that some days my hair will ...
I sell stationery. Yes, with an "e." But I have to tag my items with the wrong spelling to make sure they don't get lost when people search for "stationary." I do not sell stationary. Stationary means standing still; not moving. It's easy to mix up. And in fact, when I look at my shop stats, I see ...
We have been under attack. For a couple months now. And there is no end in sight. Miss T is drooling, drooling, drooling. And there is no stopping the spit. She blows raspberries. She gives drool-laden kisses. She can't help herself. But it's outta control. I never really ...
Wouldn't you think a grown woman would know how to avoid getting shampoo in her eyes? Isn't that something a person learns to do as a kid? And yet somehow, this morning I managed to get shampoo in my eyes. I apparently went overbad with the suds. So some got in my eyes. It hurt. Bad. And I felt pretty lame. Pitiful.
My husband is like a one-upper of a different sort. Most of the time, it's little things. I ask him for a tortilla with some butter on it and he has to heat up the tortilla, on the stove, and melt the butter. Really, all I needed was a cold tortilla with some cold butter on ...
I've been fairly ruthless on my clients before. When it comes to editing, I take a slash and burn approach. If it's not necessary, it goes! No crying. No whining. If it doesn't help the end product then it needs to be tossed ...
I've contemplated this before. But on Easter weekend, the question becomes even more poignant for me. John 3:16 "For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son..." If the world needed saving, would I be able to offer up my child? Would/Could you? If there was a plague on ...
I use that phrase a lot. "Behind the 8 ball." Meaning, I am behind things. Playing catch up. And that phrase is never truer than now. Let's see...it's been two months since I last posted and much has happened. Most importantly, I gave birth to my little miracle girl, ...
I'm not sure where or when it started. But I used to tell (actually, still do) the munchkin that I love him SOOOOO MUCH that he has no idea. He could not possibly fathom how much Mommy loves him. Of course, the munchkin professes that he DOES know. Because, a 6 year old munchkin knows practically ...
In Kindergarten, munchkin didn't have a lot of projects that required parental help. But this year is a different ballgame. They really step the game up in first grade. At least they do at munchkin's school. I'm pretty good at being hands off with "regular" homework. We tend to crank the whole week's worth out on ...