I hate going to Wal-Mart. Weird people look at me funny there, like I’m the odd one for not having neon shoelaces in my hair and 23 kids. I always
I hate going to Wal-Mart. Weird people look at me funny there, like I’m the odd one for not having neon shoelaces in my hair and 23 kids. I always
Adam loves green and growing things. I tend to kill them, despite my best intentions. Back in 2007, I bought Adam come leafies, hoping to satisfy his urge for a
Ah, vacation. We had a great time, and are ridiculously happy to be home, seeing as now we have several mountains of laundry to sort and a camping gear tower
Or rather, in my vacuum cleaner. People are coming over tonight, so rather then make them walk through our Cheeto-and-beer-cap dusted floors, (we eat Cheetos, and flicking beer caps with
I like the name Julia, but I would never name my daughter that. People would call her Jul-YA, and that would drive me crazy. That’s not her name. Julia needs
Yesterday Adam and I hung out through the gloomy, rainy afternoon, took pictures in the “rum-runner caves”, went to church and shot finger-rockets (yes, I’m totally serious, coolest church ever)
Today I worked at Anthropologie for a few hours, helping with inventory. In exchange, I got $10/hour, the privilege of getting up before 4 am, an employee discount-for-a-day and a
My shoulder is much better, thanks for asking. No more sling, but still a few Advil. I’ll take it – at least it moves now. I’m starting a resume/cover letter
What up peeps. My shoulder still hurts. Hot showers and four Advil at a time are the only things that make it better. My fella has to come home from
Sunday: Watching NBA Finals with my hubby. Laying on my side on the couch. Get up. Ow, my shoulder hurts. Weird. Monday: Ow, my shoulder hurts. Ow. Ow. Ow. Huh.