I just purchased dark chocolate because it’s healthier than milk chocolate, yet there is a huge jar of candy Olson got from Easter and it will most assuredly give him a cavity. But I can’t toss it cause that’s just wasteful.
I lead a busy life.
I’m not proud of that, but it has taught me things.
When I want to do something, it usually happens after work. Sometimes after dinner. Watching the Winter Olympics was a consistent highlight of our nights for a couple weeks. It was/is easy to sit on the couch and let the night fade away. But, the other night I wanted something different. So, while my sweet love made a delicious meal, the boys went for a run. Continue reading “Wine and Lays”
I think it’d be fun to share things from time to time that are making me happy. Whether it’s beauty products, household stuff, new toys for Olson or a recipe that Joel likes. I’ve found that some of my favorite content online includes things that other women like me are enjoying. It was fun for me to hunt down some of these things online and rediscover why I’m enjoying that particular product. Continue reading “A Few(ish) of my Favorite Things”
Every year it seems to get worse. You prepare, and run around, and “serve” in as many ways as possible. All in an attempt to set the perfect stage for Christmas. We joke about how busy the holidays are, and while some of it IS funny (last minute gift giving, ugly sweaters being bought on the way to the party, buying the last Christmas ham), we have perfected the recipe for a distracted December. Continue reading “Have a Mary Christmas!”
Written after watching the VMA’s, edited here and there along the way.
I had to hide my child’s eyes too many times tonight. I wanted to watch the VMA’s so that I could hear a bit of newer music. See who is sounding good. Watch Taylor Swift’s new music video. We never watch TV so I thought, okay let’s go for it. Continue reading “My Response to the VMA’s”
Touch is powerful. When Joel and I held hands for the first time, it was electric. I don’t mean to sound dramatic here, but Joel had only hugged me or lightly put his arm around me for at least the first couple months of our relationship. So on a chilly night in early spring, fire crackling in front of us, Joel slipped his fingers through mine. Finger. By. Finger. The butterflies came up out of my tummy and into my throat. I’ve never seen Joel act in impulse. This wasn’t just hormonal or emotional, it was intentional. There was purpose behind it. He didn’t just have an urge to touch me and do it. He was saying I was important. Worth his time. He was saying he saw a future with me and was ready for whatever was next on our great adventure. He wasn’t acting on an in the moment “feeling…” Continue reading “I Got a Feelin’…”
I grew up with a fascination for wildlife from as early as I can remember. I collected caterpillars, caught bumblebees, captured leopard frogs, toyed with toads, netted butterflies, inspected beetles and ladybugs, played with kittens, held baby bunnies, scouted for crayfish, swam for turtles, spotted birds (and their nests), picked up snakes, peddled grasshoppers (seriously, I sold them for 25c at a garage sale once. 50c for the red-winged ones), carried baby geese and ducks, petted dogs, horses, cows and cats. Continue reading “What I’ve Learned From Animals”