Sydney Carton. That’s who I instantly think of when I think of self-sacrifice. The self-loathing, drunken lawyer who’s life reeks of what could have been. He drives us to tears
…I laid out in the hammock yesterday. AND I GOT A TINY BIT OF COLOR! REJOICIFY! We were blessed to have freakily summer-ish weather at our wedding in January, but
We did see mountains this weekend, with our friends Rocky and Jennifer (couple name = “jocky”) who are getting married this summer and thus in dire need of a break.
It’s foggy and chilly outside. I’m snuggled with my laptop and a hot mug of coffee and the scent of fresh-baked banana-nut muffins. I feel settled. Adam and I worked
This should not be a surprise, since you all know that I hate: Numbers. Rules. Filling out forms. Filing things. Doing math. NUMBERS. BUT, I have found a way to
The experience was greatly enhanced by having another excitable girl (Amy! Holla!) to clap and squeal with when the big guys popped up, and a husband to hug when the
…I want to know how to write like that. We just finished watching Juno (I know, we’re so 2007,) and I chuckled through most of it, sighed and was taken
SO true: [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaugEliY-pI&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00] Edit>>> Oh, and I needed to hear this too: Ten Commandments for a Happy Writer.