In all the excitement of my in-laws’ visit, I didn’t have time to share with you what happened the day before they arrived.
Two Thursdays ago, around 6:30 p.m., I sat down at a favorite, local restaurant all by my lonesome. All by my glorious lonesome. Brian and I try to set aside time each week for me to run away from home so I can write, and I generally prefer restaurants over our local Starbucks—mainly because there is a “regular” at this Starbucks who insists on wearing headphones and singing Italian opera at the top of her tone-deaf lungs.
[Tone-deaf lungs? That makes no sense.]
If lungs could be tone-deaf, this woman should donate hers to science.
The winner of the gorgeous gloves is…
Judi Miller: “Love my sweaters & boots!!! A free 20 seconds, that’s all I had ”
Congratulations, Judi! Contact email@example.com to claim your prizes.
Fall is in the air (literally) for us here in Kansas, and I got seriously bitten by the fashion bug this weekend.
Leggings and tunics and boot socks, oh my!
I spent the entire day Saturday at a local outlet mall—by myself—
Yeah, I can’t even finish that sentence it’s so beautiful.
By myself. That phrase deserves a sentence all its own. Actually, a whole line…
Yeah, I think it needs caps lock, bold, italics, and an exclamation point.
[Overkill, lady. We get it.]
So, I walked around Legends Outlets in Kansas City…
And though I found some great deals and a few essential items to add to my wardrobe, there was nothing quite as detailed and beautiful as what I’m giving away today!
Oh, hello there! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. I’m just in the kitchen where I always am…whipping up a batch of organic, gluten-free cookies with my perfectly well-behaved baby while I update my blog.
I get so excited about the idea of homeschooling our kids (who are now nearly 3 and 1 1/2). I imagine all the wonderful things I can show them and teach them. And then conversations like this cause me to question my credentials:
Sometimes I think I’m still on the fence about this whole idea of homeschooling our kids (now 2 1/2 and 1). I KNOW it’s what I want to do, I just don’t know if I’m cut out for it.
Remember how I said last week that my husband thought maybe I shouldn’t home school our kids because of the damage I could do? You don’t? Okay, well read this first.
So, in an effort to entice our almost 2 1/2-year-old to use the toilet rather than $10,000 worth of diapers or MY LEG, I bought him some nifty, Thomas the Train undies. He loved them. I was convinced this would work.
This story is told with the permission of my friend as it pertains to her son. And even though I have changed names to protect the innocent, it’s one of those stories you don’t tell unless you ask the mother.