Our activities for the day include eating, reading, discussing politics, going for walks, playing with a rambunctious doggie the size of a bear, chopping wood, drinking Diet Coke and making
Our activities for the day include eating, reading, discussing politics, going for walks, playing with a rambunctious doggie the size of a bear, chopping wood, drinking Diet Coke and making
Hello, dear ones. I have not written to you in over TWO weeks, a fact that greatly shames my little writerly self. Not that I haven’t been writing stuff, just
Yeppers, folks, it’s finally here. We’ve eaten turkey and we’ve fought our way through the Black Friday crowds (was that just me? C’mon, do NONE of you have a sense
Yesterday we were challenged by our pastor to enter into a crazy holiday season by saying “thank you”, in an effort to rescue our hearts from thoughtless consumerism or discontent.
Hello friends! I haven’t shopped in a while, and I’ve been feeling weak, pale and much more apt to leap upon email-newsletter sales than normal, which means I need to
There is nothing better than snowshoeing, dreaming, shooting guns, playing games and laughing heartily to fill the soul. The fella and I just got back from a week in Oregon,
The Christmas tree comes down today, an event that always sorrows my sentimental little heart. But in its wake are goals for this next year – plans for fitness and
I haven’t written much about Christmas this year (unlike most years, when i inundate the Internet with sappy posts about love and snow) and until now, I didn’t really know
I love to cook. I really, truly do. Our cousins, knowing this fascinating tidbit about me, gave me this piece of wonderment: Trouble is, the cute little cutters don’t actually
I shot guns. But you knew that. This post is mostly to assuage my guilt for not having written more fun fluff here. I miss it. I miss you. But,