Dear Monday,

Dear Monday,

Dear Monday,  It’s nothing personal – but you are not my friend. Truly, it’s not your fault. This time it really is me… not you. There is no possible way for you to live up to the standards by which I expect you to behave.  You are a loose canyon, a butthead… and a killer…

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Thank You Karl Becker: Reading Between the Lines

Thank You Karl Becker: Reading Between the Lines 1

I went to bed at 7:30 last night. I couldn’t stand to look at one more Facebook brawl or Tweet. In spite of my bold blog snark… I hate confrontation.  Political debates are my water boarding. But, at 1:00 am my husband came to bed and said, “I will never be able to sleep.” My…

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The Crockpot Confession

The Crockpot Confession 2

Poor as church mice, that is how my mother-in-law would have described us. When Justin and I got married we had nothing. We stopped at the post office on the way to our wedding reception to see if there were any congratulatory cards with money in them. Luckily, one of my dad’s buddies came to…

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Well, I Do Declare!

Well, I Do Declare! 3

Oh, my.  The chaos.  And it is this way every summer.  If I can just make it to summer.  And then, it will be a season of rest. A season of catch up, a blessed season… of lies. It is all lies.  Catching up is a lie.  Ha!  I even wrote a post about it! …

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