I’ve been sick. I’ll sum it up for you as I did for my compassionate G-chat friend this morning… I feel like my head is stuffed with cotton, I’m wearing
I’ve been sick. I’ll sum it up for you as I did for my compassionate G-chat friend this morning… I feel like my head is stuffed with cotton, I’m wearing
Today was rough, as Tuesdays generally are. However, thanks to a “re-gifted” golf sweater from Hot D of BFF fame, I have rediscovered my love of pale, daisy-like, not-quite-ducky-but-very sunshine-y
I’ve been thinking about life lately, about the relative smallness or largeness of it, and the things that make me frustrated or hold me back or keep me flirting with
…I giggled with my girls. ….we hugged our family. …we danced for joy. …we posed for more pictures than I ever thought possible. …we relished incredible community. …we embarked on
I keep everything. Well, not everything. But cards, notes, movie stubs and scraps of paper with doodles or notes from friends – those are IMPOSSIBLE for me to throw away.
The house is (reasonably) clean. A candle is lit. I did enough dishes to turn my hands very pruney indeed. I am wearing my adorable Longhorn tee, a birthday present
So, I was going to write an incredibly bloated list of peaks and pits and everything I loved about last year and how very awesome marriage is and holy cow
Hello, my friends. The last time I talked to you I was 25 years old. Now I am 26. Let that sink in a moment. Nearer to 30 than 20.
I’m sitting in the dark, lit only by the glow of my laptop and the colored lights from our baby Christmas tree. The night feels settled and slumbering, as though
It’s raining today and I am blissfully aware of how awesome rainy days are. I’ve been making tortilla soup and Christmas cookies, putting together gifts and writing bits of nothing.