What is it you want?

While I was making Valentine Day gift bags to send out to a few of my friends (be on the look out ladies), our cute 34 inch tall house guest for the next couple of months (see her story here) came running into the dining room asking me one of her favorite questions, “Whatcha doin?” …

Writings on the Wall

It was 1989 and there I was, standing in my new kindergarten class scared and shaking like a leaf.  I was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.  I will never forget that day when I stood there wishing I had my mom, my favorite stuffed animal, and the…

It’s a Sunny Day!

Almost three years ago, the hubs and I traveled to Texas to visit his brother, wife, and two kiddos.  Our niece who was probably four at the time, would wake up each morning, look out of the window, and say with such excitement and enthusiasm, “It’s a sunny day!”  Ever since then, whenever the hubs…

The Pretty Little Gift Box

  The following was taken from A Seed of Hope by Evangeline Brown Colbert.  I found it encouraging and I hope you do too! “When someone gives you a gift, do you leave it in their hands or do you take hold of it and pull it towards you?  Most of us grab it and…

It’s a Roller Coaster Ride

I like details, planning, organizing, and being in complete control, especially when there is a problem that needs “fixin”.  This innate drive to “take control” and “do something” often leaves me worn out! The constant planning, rationalizing, thinking, and “doing” makes me stressed, tired, and cranky.  I might lash out at others for no apparent…

It’s a Major Award!

On Thursday I woke up and discovered Finley from In It For Love nominated me for the Liebster Award. I am new to the blogging world and my first thought was…”It’s a Major Award!”  and I even said it like Mr. Parker off “A Christmas Story”.  I can’t believe anyone would even want to read…

No More Leftovers

It’s 6:30am and the hubs nudges me gently and whispers quietly, “Good Morning.”  (He knows I can be a beast if not approached with caution).  My eyes slowly peer open and I need to get up, but the coziness and warmth of the comfy quilt pulled tightly to my chin causes me to say, “Just…