If you’ve followed me for very long, it’s no surprise that I love old houses. I mean, take a gander at my Instagram if you don’t believe me. I’m obsessed with 1930s architecture, vintage tile, worn hardwood floors, glass doorknobs… Sigh. I’ve had a not-so-secret desire to be a real estate agent since way back when I graduated from college, because I love houses. I also (mostly) love people, and…
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{Strictly Fiction} His Name Was John.
It was in college, the first time she laid eyes on him. She walked into a staff meeting for her new on-campus job at the college gym, and there he was. Tall, black hair, blue eyes. And he had on those Wranglers. Country boy, she thought. I like it. But lots of girls had their eye on him, as was bound to happen. Tall guys with black hair and blue…
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That Time I Online Dated for 48 Hours.
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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Identity Crisis, Interrupted, and a Giveaway.
I’m having a blog identity crisis. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I haven’t had much to talk about in months and months. Which is not like me, historically, because this blog has always been free, fun therapy for me, and when I can write a post that makes people laugh, that’s always been the BEST. Oh, I churn out a post now and then just to…
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Crushed.
So lately I’ve been feeling the weight of some stressful stuff. I won’t bore you with the details, but I’ve been worrying way too much lately about something over which I have no control… Not a life-or-death thing, you know (it never is) and I KNOW ‘this too shall pass’ and all that, but I’m not sleeping well… Making myself sick by letting something gnaw at me from the inside….
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Two-Year-Old in the House.
I can’t believe it, but our baby is TWO. Seriously. How is that possible? So I began her birthday week like I begin ALL my kids’ birthday weeks, by sobbing over all their baby pictures and their birth stories (go ahead and read it and lament with me, please; solidarity and all that), over and over again because it’s GONE BY TOO STINKING FAST AND I NEED TO HOLD ON TO…
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A Brain Tumor Update.
I’m having one of those days, y’all… one of those days when I’m fine one minute, and then I’m collapsing in a puddle of tears because ALL the emotions are going on over here today. WHY I even put on makeup today is beyond me. For my friends who have been following my blog for a while, you know about the tumor, and for those who don’t, my middle daughter,…
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A Letter to My Daughter: What I Want You to Know About Friends.
Dear Daughter, I know that middle school can be a total beating. I remember ever so clearly, and I still have very vivid scars from my OWN middle school experience. I wish we could skip right over these years and get to the fun part (aka college), but the hard years are the ones that make you into a better person, I know for a fact, so we have to…
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Remodeling Progress, Parenting, and Considering the Ant.
Yep. I haven’t talked about it in months, because we’re at THAT stage in the remodeling process. If you’ve ever bought a project house, you know what I’m talking about… the point where the heart-pumping thrill of starting something new is long gone, but you’re still SO much blood, sweat, and tears away from where you want to be. It just so happens that it’s also that point immediately after you’ve…
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