Long time, no see! I know. It’s me not you. I haven’t been here for a while. Let’s catch up. I went for a run in the middle of the day once, and stopped at a bar along the way (all sweaty and gross) to meet my friend for a liquid lunch. I played with
Tag: marriage
Spider Power
Today, Hubs and I were driving in the car, on the way home from the grocery store… Me: I’ve been having really vivid dreams lately. Like with babies and spiders. Hubs: I’m sure you’re just tired. You’ve had a lot going on lately. Me: No. Really. I’ve been dreaming a lot about spiders. And we
what mattered today
As I write this, my oldest son is sitting at the bedside of his dying grandfather. And my middle son is driving home, across five states, to be at the beside of his paternal grandfather too. I pray he makes it here. Safely. And in time. Two days before I heard about my ex-father-in-law’s fate,
things i learned (the hard way) in ohio
Hubs and I ran the USAF Marathon last Saturday. We built a vacation around our destination-marathon, and lingered in Dayton for a week to spend precious time with a dear friend. It was marvelous. The trip-part was marvelous that is…the marathon…well. I didn’t know in advance, the course was a Boston and Olympic Qualifier, nor
itsy-bitsy-lonely
“Look what I just killed in our garage.” My husband just walked in the kitchen and proudly showed me a picture on his phone. Are you kidding me? That’s a black widow! “Yep. And I killed it.” What about her friends and her nest of eggs? Should we call an exterminator! (laughing) “It was just
my “hangover” parade
We live in a tourist area as I’ve mentioned a bazillion times before…and so our town does weird-ass things to attract tourists. Year-round. There. That should suffice as an explanation, when you wonder why I went to a Mardi Gras parade last night. Because yes. I know. It’s August. And I’m not still drunk. And
we’re fixed so it’s not THAT something
One of my BFFs, Tanya, is a hair stylist, and between her jam-packed schedule and mine, it’s hard to get an appointment; seriously, it’s like aligning planets…so Tanya makes a house call for me every now and then, and I make us lunch. Today Tanya came over to put “just a few more” strands of
common name rewards
Hubs and I just got back from doing our major-heavy-duty-grocery-super-shopping. Power. Style. For those of you that don’t live in a tourist town, let me explain power style grocery shopping to you. We hurry to the closest (large) Walmart before the tourists arrive because they clog up the aisles with long-lost-third-cousins and loaded-down grocery carts,
to watch or not to watch
Hubs wanted to rent Divergent tonight but I said no. I’m in the midst of forcing Hubs to binge-watch The Killing on Netflix. Not hard-core-binge-watch. I mean, I let him go to work, run and eat… I don’t know if Hubs actually wanted to see Divergent, or if he just wants a break from Linden
just. like. that.
I saw this infogram on Facebook a few minutes ago and I was shocked. Horrified. Worried. Hubs and I LOVE to read, our boys are all avid readers (even as adults), and we all LOVE bookstores; in fact, new books were treats for our kids when they were little. How could somebody not love to
