The title, alone, sounds ridiculous. Please stop telling me I should do things for a living? What do I expect - to sit around and do nothing as a grown ass adult? No. That's not what I mean at all. A couple weeks ago, we had a little family and friend get together for my… Continue reading Please Stop Telling Me I Should Do Things For A Living
I haven't had much time to write for the last few months. I've written, just not on my blog. Still, I hadn't realized how long it's been since I checked in with you guys until a couple weeks ago. My daughter was playing a for-fun tennis match with a friend, and the friend's dad asked… Continue reading From Now On, I’ll Do Me
And even then, it nearly killed me. I don't mean that it was dangerous or wracked with mishap that could have severed my head or anything. I mean I hated doing it so much, I could have died. I literally could have died. Literally. Not figuratively, like a spiritual death. I mean laid down on… Continue reading I Did One DIY Project For Easter. One. Not Twelve. Not Twenty. Just One.
Counting the Deviled Egg Disaster of Easter 2015 as the recent (and glaring) exception, I think I'm a Pinterest Mom. And even so, the Deviled Egg Disaster of Easter 2015 was inspired by the famed pin site. It was like Night of the Living Dead meets a traditional, holiday appetizer. When my husband said that the only… Continue reading I Think I’m A Pinterest Mom
I was at Barnes and Noble yesterday. I know what you're all thinking - but wait, we thought you hated going anywhere during the holidays! Well, I do. But I had to go to Barnes and Noble to get what was apparently the last, mangled copy of the map of the world in all of… Continue reading The Next Stage