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March Madness*
Sweet mother of pearl, I’ve done it! Two months of posting every. single. day. (Sick of me yet? ha). It’s been a marvelous journey and little bit of a comeback for me. I made a goal to post every day for a year two years ago, but I had failed miserably by February and gave up. Somehow, this time feels different. Tackling each month as I go seems so much more manageable… and every day that I post my drive to keep writing only increases. So, in case you were wondering–I’ve decided to keep going and give March a go! It’s only another 31 days, and that’s not so long.…
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Gratitude*
Life is busy. Hard. Stressful. There are days when there is so much to do that it doesn’t feel like there is time to even sit still for a moment from dawn until dusk. When there is so much to do that you go into auto-pilot mode–buzzing from task to task just to get things done and off your to-do list. But when your focus is solely on doing things for the sake of getting them done, you miss out on so, so much. Auto pilot busy-ness isn’t always a bad thing, but neither is taking the time to pause and enjoy the journey. Last week was an auto-pilot week…
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Best Friends*
I had the most marvellous day. This week has been insane. I seriously felt like I was drowning beneath the million things I had to do, and as each day melted into the next I felt like it was impossible to keep up. When I finally left work on Friday and realized that I had two days that were just mine to do with as I please, it was absolutely exhilarating. The Hubster and I enjoyed a lovely date night of dinner & a movie last night as he introduced me to The Bodyguard–somehow I’ve lived all these years and have never seen it. I LOVED it. I haven’t been…
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I Cried at a Rob Zombie Concert*
I’m about to tell you a story that I’ve only ever told two people. It’s a little bit embarrassing. (Okay, a lot bit embarrassing.) But because I love you dearly, I’ve decided it’s time to come clean and tell you the truth: I went to a Rob Zombie Concert… and I cried. I’m not talking tears of overwhelming joy at being able to see Rob Zombie—I’m no groupie—I’m talking full on panic attack, hysterical tears… at a Rob Zombie concert. Let’s start at the beginning, shall we? To begin with, it probably sounds strange that I, a shoe-loving, Mormon high school English teacher would even end up with Rob Zombie…
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Thrifty Thursday – Pink Pumps*
Last weekend the Hubster and I went north to see my family and meet my beautiful new nephew, Hugh. After a long visit with Peeah at her house, we all left so that she and her husband could get the kids to bed. It was roughly 8pm, and my dad (who is a pro thrifter–he finds amazing deals) asked me if I had made it to Goodwill yet that day. When I answered that I hadn’t had time, he reminded me that it was a 50% off day and asked me if I wanted to go. We dropped the Hubster off at their house, then my mom, dad and I…
