I missed Dee George something FIERCE while I was away this past week. Felt a bit like my heart had been ripped out. Even if only temporarily. We’re spending a lot of time in the yard now that we’re all three reunited. Well, that, and thanks to the kind folks at New Grass, our lawn is now dirt-free. Making our… Read more →
Category: mi casa es tu casa
Ommmmm.
During my fight with the postpartum monster, our house got a little…out of control. So we’re trying to scale back and get zen every chance we get. Starting with the master bedroom, which was the opposite of relaxing with too-big furniture and laundry and guitars EVERYWHERE. Finally. A little corner of my bedroom. The Zen is beginning to emerge. We’ve… Read more →
Oh fuck, it’s Thursday already.
See how bad I need this series? So, Purgeday Thursday (working title) is upon us again, and I am so already effing up this whole weekly series thing. (It’s nearing midnight on Thursday as I write this. Scott is going to bed.) But I can’t give up. I can’t, dear readers, because I am literally drowning in crap. And… Read more →
I think maybe…a weekly series?
I have no idea what my fingers are doing. My brain is screaming all kinds of rational reasons why I shouldn’t put this additional pressure on myself, and yet my fingers and my guts are saying “nah…go on ahead with this one…it’s gonna be good for you.” So…[brushing angel off shoulder] I think I’m starting a weekly blog series… Read more →