Remember yesterday, when I feeling all pretty and happy and loved and caffienated? Yeah. Well, I guess I have those days to make up for days like today. The unicorns
Remember yesterday, when I feeling all pretty and happy and loved and caffienated? Yeah. Well, I guess I have those days to make up for days like today. The unicorns
We went to Santa Barbara this weekend for a getaway, and my husband spoiled me with a new top. My hair is curly but actually controlled, I’m wearing earrings and
So, Adam and I are in the beginning stages of beginning a beginner’s group of married folk at our church. (Because we’re beginners, too, you know. January 2009! Holla!) I
I’m doing it. I’m writing a book. My goal is to finish the rough draft by September 18th. Hold me to it, my people! I need you. Yes, you.
Today I did Yoga for the first time, and I learned a few things which I will now impart to you. You’re very welcome. Yoga is all about focusing on
So yesterday, I was working on Clark (my hard-working lappy) (his Hard Drive is the Fortress of Barnitude and the thumb drive is Sneaky Pete, for any of you Smallville
Jake and Vienna are out of control. In case you’re not a girl between the ages of 18 and 40, or were purposefully excluding yourself from TeeVee shenanigans last year,
Remember that one time when I got published? In a book? (I mean, it was no big thang. Just kidding. I’m ECSTATIC.) Well, I got interviewed about said published piece,
I don’t write very often about being angry, mostly because anger, unless you can make it somehow funny or self-deprecating. is not a very fun subject to record for Time
My dear friend Katie wrote a great post the other day on missing herself in a certain place, and on “becoming a camera” in order to capture each place in