An ode to my smoking neighbors When you feel an urge for a smoke and the weather is hot, if our attic fan is churning, I beg you please do not go out of your door and like up your ciggy for it makes our home smell some sort of wiggy. We gag and we choke as our lungs fill with smoke. I tell you we’d rather you not make us croak. For we have no A/C to help keep us cool so our windows stay open. Do you hear me, you fool? Go back in your house and give smoking a whirl just pleaseRead More →

I was feeling a bit down on myself yesterday for not doing anything to support World Breastfeeding Week. Our local LLL chapters held a walk and picnic yesterday morning but I just didn’t feel motivated to go. After having such a crazy weekend a week ago (with Ava being in the hospital), I didn’t feel much like going to any organized events. I just wanted to spend time chilling with my family (which I realize I could’ve done at the walk/picnic, but blah, I just didn’t feel like going). Instead the fam and I decided to go to the last day of our county fair.Read More →

I’ve been playing with my camera the past couple days, trying to really get a feel for it’s capabilities. Just in time for me to go out and buy a new, much more expensive (that I certainly cannot afford) one. Ya see, I’m thinking of doing some part-time photography work and can’t begin to think of charging anywhere near professional photographer prices with my 4.0 Mega pixel Kodak EasyShare camera. ;oP Maybe I can write it off as a business expense if I truly go ahead with this (which I want to do, but I’m afraid of self-sabotaging myself – something I’ve done in theRead More →

My loving husband has a need for speed. I know this because in the time we’ve been together (7 years), he’s received around 7 speeding tickets (give or take a few). Seven tickets might not seem like a lot to some people, but it’s seven more than I’ve had, EVER. I know, I know he drives a lot more than I do, so he’s at an increased risk of getting one (provided that he speeds, which he does). But that’s roughly one ticket per year (and I’m sure I’m being lenient on the number he’s actually received). The latest ticket came last night for goingRead More →

Have you ever tried to get a plaster handprint of a 13 month old? If not, let me tell you it’s damn near impossible. If you did, you have my deepest sympathies. When Ava was born, my friend’s mom sent us a box from Pottery Barn Kids containing plaster and five plastic molds and tins of varying sizes to make handprints of your child from age 1 to 5. I thought – what great keepsakes! How cute they will look hanging in her bedroom! What a wonderful idea! Oh, how very wrong I was. Great keepsake? Maybe (if you can ever get a handprint inRead More →