An ode to my smoking neighbors

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…

The napping house

After writing my last post, I made my way downstairs to get something to eat. Here’s what I saw in… the bedroom: the living room: the dining room: the kitchen: Sheesh! How did I miss the nap memo? ;o)

Stretching my wings

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…

The need for speed

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…

1 year olds and plaster don’t mix

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…

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