So I recently decided that I was pregnant. Apparently when you worry as much as I do, you make yourself sick and then assume that you’re procreating instead of just
So I recently decided that I was pregnant. Apparently when you worry as much as I do, you make yourself sick and then assume that you’re procreating instead of just
Adam loves Risk. He loves spreadsheets and rules and setting things up Just So. He loves backpacks with billions of pockets for organizational purposes and fiddling with gear of any
I have an irrational fear. I’m so afraid that I will have spent a great portion of my life and passions on something that I’m not good at and never
I know, I know. I have not been here in 12 days, a fact that is as distressing to me as I’m sure it is to you, my Internet-peeps. Or
In the last few days, on Ye Olde Search Engine, multiple people searched “cute conservatives” and found this blog. I feel so fulfilled.
Today is the first chilly day of fall, which makes me want to snuggle with my honey and drink a latte. I feel scattered, distracted, as though the items on
He’s such a stud. Amy and I stood there and squealed whilst he and Scott wrangled it ala Steve Erwin, minus the “getting stung” part. It was very exciting and
I want Sam Adams Summer Ale. Well, actually, I just want someone (Hi Hot and Godly Husband!) to crack one open and hand it to me, as I have them,
Cowardly Lion: Courage! What makes a king out of a slave? Courage! What makes the flag on the mast to wave? Courage! What makes the elephant charge his tusk in
I know I’ve said this before, but sometimes I really wish that caring was easier. Or not caring. I wish I could care, or not care, as the wind may