Humor

Getting Angry, Broken Fingers, and Starting Over.

It was a morning from you-know-where. Hubs was away on business, and I was on my fifth full day of single-parenting and dirty laundry up to my ears, when things got really well… REAL. (Aka: “crappy”,”shitty”, “poo-ey”, “I-wanna-tear-all-my-hair-out-crazy,” whatever you call it at your house) ​She got mad, slammed the (car) door on his fingers.… read more

Life, interrupted.

I am currently curled up on the couch, nursing a broken tooth, (as much as you can “nurse” anything that’s broken in your mouth, HA! It’s called pain killer.) while a cold wind blows incessantly on my pretty little garden. Yes, you heard it right. A COLD wind! It’s been cold and windy, (my least favorite combination!) for three days straight. And I’ve… read more

A Letter to Thee Ole 2013.

Dear Two Thousand Thirteen, It’s been real. It’s beeen good and bad and hard and wonderful. And I would like to take this time to say…”thank you.” (I guess??) FIRST… You started out with a bang, when my huzbun and I discovered the “happy little surprise” of another baby being added to our family! Yeah. A bit reckless, perhaps, but you proved yourself pretty epic right from… read more

Thirty Five Reasons to Celebrate 35.

This week I am celebrating thirty-five years of life. THIRTY-FIVE years, my people. This is craziness! I remember looking at thirty-five year olds, thinking they were…well, mature. Like, REALLY mature. Ha! Not this girl. I am still a twenty-two-year-old in so many ways. I still think of myself as the young, flirtatious, fun twenty year old that… read more

My Journey to Health: A Secret Revealed!

So here’s the skinny. I’ve covered all the topics that I said I would, including community and diet and forgiveness. I’ve talked about gratitude and sunshine and exercise. and how each one played a vital part in my path to health. I’ve been true and I’ve been honest. And it’s been good! I was going to… read more

He or She?

This time, I wanted to discover the answer to that question in a fun way. Perhaps a trip to an exotic place where John and I run up a long, grassy hill and some random person hands us an envelope at the top …like they do on The Amazing Race or something. Perhaps while dining at our favorite restaurant, pink or blue confetti drops out of the ceiling. Or I open a… read more

Old Journals. New inspiration.

It’s been a while since I touched base with the world through this blog. I don’t know for sure what happened, except that I got knocked up and then I got nauseous, and then I had no energy to cook, or run after my four-year-old, much less to write about any of it. But thank God, that’s… read more

Vegas: The Other America. The Other Girl.

It’s been eleven years since I last left my mark on Las Vegas. And actually, I’m pretty sure I left more of a mark on a snow-covered embankment beside East I-70, on my way home, than I ever did in Sin City.  But that’s for another time! I had followed the rodeo, all the way to the Nationals Finals which landed me at… read more

When I get big…

“I wanna be a donkey.” Only my child would say that. I took her out for some oatmeal, (yes, oatmeal!) at the Corner Bakery today and I got to ask her some very important questions. Like what she wanted to be when she grows up. You know, like a baker, since she loves baking cookies,… read more