This is what our 2009 Summer is gonna be about. (If you’re wondering about the sore legs part, click here) We kicked summer off for reals this Saturday. Adam and
This is what our 2009 Summer is gonna be about. (If you’re wondering about the sore legs part, click here) We kicked summer off for reals this Saturday. Adam and
Editorial note – I was home-schooled. Not for fourth grade or because the Christian preschool was full that year, but the real deal. K-12. So that might help you to
Part 1 and Part 2 are around here somewhere… A couple of weeks later, we had another horse camp. April was allowed to return on a strict “first-strike-you’re-out” policy, as
I love cooking shows. I love cookbooks. I love making up recipes and hoping that they don’t combust or taste like bad gravy on a Goodyear tire. Yesterday I made
So the ever-creative Mandy Thompson gave this writing prompt on her bloggity-blog the other day, and I’m kind of proud of what I could come up with in five minutes,
Adam: Are you drinking Diet Coke in bed? Me, caught with the can halfway to my lips: It’s better than smoking.
Yesterday was a giant FAIL. I got a parking ticket, had to resubmit details for our lease for the third time, was very frustrated with a bajillion work snaffoos, confused
Fridays generally mean that I’m working longer days than normal and come home ready to fall on the couch, horsey smell and all, and wait for my boots to fall
I don’t think I can concentrate on much today, besides the GLORIOUS HOT WEATHER and the possibility of tan lines and maybe seeing dolphins and drinking Diet Coke*. Happy April
My grandma is 84 years old. She’s lived through The Great Depression and several smaller recessions, World War II and several smaller wars, severe Polio, putting herself through college, leaving