Amid the daily madness there are moments that make it all worthwhile.
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5 Reasons I Am Celebrating
33 months ago
IT’S MY BIRTHDAY WEEKEND AND OFTEN I HEAR MY GIRLFRIENDS JOKE ABOUT STAYING 29… AGAIN. No doubt, I would love to have my 22 year old body back again…that’s the part of youth that would be wonderful to retain. But return to my 20′s and miss out on all these memories and the experience?
No. Thank. You.
My life is crazy and chaotic, filled with never ending laundry, and problems to solve. I am More >
My Life, Right Now
4INSPIRED BY “DEAR CHRISSY” TO TAKE A LOOK THROUGH MY MOST RECENT SNAPSHOTS AND LOOK AT WHAT THE PAST WEEK CONTAINED — AMAZING HOW QUICKLY THE CHAOS BECOMES A GOOD MEMORY. Family life is busy. I feel like that is the reply I give 99% of the time to those who ask. Invariably there are schedule conflicts each day and a list of items to be finished before the next school day which require some quiet More >
Wordless Wednesday: Days of Madness and Memories
1I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT SEEING THE WEINERMOBILE WOULD SIGNAL THE BEGINNING OF ECLECTIC MEMORIES FOR MY GANG. A couple of Saturdays ago we were driving along and saw the Oscar Mayer ambassador in a drug store parking lot. My husband complied to my begging and pulled over to the odd sight.
Then one day my son, William, used a Dr. Who reference to do his homework. He officially outed our family as More >
Wordless Wednesday: The Meaning
81 year ago
Grace as a ten pound newborn in the NICU.
I AM NOT SO WORDLESS TODAY…BUT QUIET WITH THOUGHTS. I’m having deep thoughts today. We had a new baby niece come into our lives this week. She’s the first grandchild for my husband’s sister. All in all, a very happy situation. But they had an emergency delivery which was very scary. I’m getting ready to go visit them this morning and spend some time More >
Wordless Wednesday: Ten years old
4I’M HAVING A PROBLEM REALIZING THAT MY ONLY BOY IS TEN TODAY. Last year I went down a walk down memory lane. I just reread that post and now I am misty eyed. Me, the one they call “Mean Mommy” when they don’t get what they want…yes, I almost cried when I saw that cute roly-poly boy with the Elvis hair.
William’s hair had a personality all it’s own. No matter how much you wet it down or cemented More >
