Listen, no offense to those of you who LOOOOVE your online dating scene. I get it… more and more of you are meeting your True Love on Match or Harmony or the FARMERS one, for the love (snort…. have you seen those commercials???), and that’s fine. Great. Nothing wrong with that. Whatever. God bless you and may you live happily ever after with the farmer of your dreams. But let…
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How I Got from There to Here
Hi friends! Gosh, how I’ve missed you all! Some of you have been with me since the humble beginnings of this little ‘ole blog back in 2006 when I had bought a certain Blue House, all the way through the heyday of a shocking 115,000+ visitors a month, and I have loved having you along for the crazy ride. I made SO MANY real friends through this blog that I…
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Letting Go of Plan C.
It’s 4-something in the morning as I’m sitting down to write this. That’s my normal time these days to be out of bed, sitting in my living room, talking to God and reading my Bible. Not that I wouldn’t LOVE to be in my bed right now, but like everything else lately, nothing is going according to my own plans, especially not my plan to get a decent night’s sleep…
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Lies, and more lies.
Once upon a time, I met a girl who became my INSTANT BFF. I mean, this INSTANT connection happened between us, where I’d say, “I love XYZ,” and she’d gasp and exclaim, “ME TOO!” And I’d talk about music, and my favorite songs were her favorite ones, too. It was that way with ALL THE THINGS… every idea I had, she thought was brilliant; everything I liked to do, she…
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I Want to be a Nurse.
I think it started sometime back in high school, when I was trying to decide what I wanted to be when I grew up. Seems like nursing crossed my mind more than once. I don’t know why I didn’t do it. Probably because I spent my college years skipping haphazardly through sixteen different majors… Two different times during my college career I stuck my toe into the ‘nursing school’ water, took…
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Forty-Eight Years.
Bourbon Street, 1965 Happy anniversary, mom and dad.
The Best Place to Buy Kids’ Clothes EVER.
I’ve worked off and on for the better part of eleven years at the most wonderful kids’ clothing store. My friend Diana introduced me to Wiggles and Giggles when my oldest was a mere babe; I was instantly hooked, because I LOVE for my kids to dress really cute, and if I can dress them at bargain prices, all the better! I started working there, because, heck, all my money…
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The Great Watermelon Harvest of 2013.
We didn’t really expect much when we planted watermelon seeds back in the spring. We had tried last year and gophers ~ or something ~ ate the roots out from under all our plants, so we didn’t get one single melon! Dumb gophers. And then, this year, we moved to our new/old house, and brought our little sprouted seedlings with us, which isn’t the best thing for your vegetables. We…
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My {Very Public} Parenting Fail.
I realized something sort of unflattering {ok, a LOT unflattering} about myself the other day. I didn’t want to tell the world about it, because, you know, then I’d have to admit I had a flaw in the first place {gasp!}, and that’s never fun, but what happened {what I did, I should say} truly wrenched my gut and made me vow to change my ways permanently. The moment it…
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One Thing I Know About My New Kitchen…
I’m gonna be honest… about the ONLY thing I ever remotely miss about the old Blue House is the kitchen. That’s because I designed it. After years of tearing out magazine pictures, I knew I wanted a vintage-style kitchen with white subway tiles, a farmhouse sink, and a pale aqua ceiling. I drew out how I wanted it, and got the kitchen of my dreams. It was beautiful and perfect. Click…
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Hair Envy.
I wouldn’t say I have the worst hair in the world. No, because there’s that woman who works at WalMart who has twelve hairs on her head and a full beard on her face. I know you’ve seen her. She makes me feel better about myself. But my hair, while not that bad, is hard to deal with. In fact, I was telling my mom about this blog post this morning…
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