Blah! I’m having a really hard time finding my Center. And it’s driving me crazy. I’m basically a really happy person by nature. I’m all about the love, the joy, the bliss… So when I feel exhausted and overwhelmed, it pisses me off and confuses me. By the evening, things really seem to start crashing…
Gratitude- April round-up
So, I’m a wee bit late. And aren’t I just so grateful that it doesn’t really matter. Gratitude doesn’t punch a time-clock! And now, I’ll let my little list tell the tale… The month started with a small miracle. In the form of the Gas company lady coming to the door when she didn’t…
Poetry, week 5: Enjoy
I’m in denial about this great month of poetry ending. It has been only because of the motivation and incentive of this group that I’ve learned to buckle down and write when I’m not “feeling it.” I want to do it for myself from now on, and I will try. Play: Getting down on your kids’…
Poetry, week 4: Trust
This was my week to feel like I couldn’t capture my muse or get into a flow at all. Eventually, I did like some of the ideas or parts of things. It’s hard to publish like this, but the great thing is that if I didn’t then I may just shuffle them to the bottom…
Wordless Wednesday: Her Other Doggie-Pal
The other Dog we watched for a few days: Scooter Came across these photos just as I was thinking maybe we could just wait a while… This girl needs a dog. A dog who can take a LOT of lovin’
Poetry, week three: Hope
Milestones: Celebrate your baby’s development or a turning point that struck you with wonder. Wise enough to know that each new marvel no matter how incredible would be lost swept aside by the next amazing feat we captured some not all they came so fast and each new phase just her in all her brilliance hard…
Wordless Wednesday: The Dentist!
The wonderful Alisha, who never stops smiling and laughing. Showing Em how she looks in there with a mirror. Showing her how the tools work. This, I believe, was Mr. Tickle or Mr. Swirlie, or something. The View from the Room Just cuteness. She loved it. Wanted to go back again.
“Tis the Night Before Dieting”
a very silly poem, and a true story Tis the night before dieting And all through my house not a carb is left standing not for my child or my spouse by the time I am lying, so stuffed, in my bed I have visions of skinny me dance (yes, dance) in my head with…
Bookmark that Affiliate Link!
I’m bringing this up again as a reminder, and also to share my method for FINALLY never missing another chance to help out a fellow blogger by using their affiliate link. Even after joining with Lauren at HoboMama and making a big to-do before the holidays and making lots of cute buttons and a nice…
