When My Husband Works Late…
…I twitter the entire episode of So You Think You Can Dance. Seriously.
…I twitter the entire episode of So You Think You Can Dance. Seriously.
written on Monday morning…this is my version of a teaser…stick with me for the next couple of days, I promise
When I lived in Orlando, I saw a billboard for Radio Disney. It said, “Music Kids Love. Not Kids’ Music.”
I’m in the Cincinnati airport. My flight has been delayed TWICE. My eyes are burning. My feet are swelling. But
It’s Monday and I actually have something to post. In just 2 hours a CAR is going to pick my
When I was little it was 8mm. You know, the reel to reel. Then we got high-tech and had the
32: states we’ve visited 5: states we’ve lived 2: children we’ve accumulated (almost) 11: jobs we’ve had 12: houses/apartments/trailers/basements we’ve
This morning I was working on a post for something really fantastic I just got in the mail. (Can’t wait
Rueben & Joan. 1942. Rueben was my great-grandmother’s brother. And if I remember correctly, he ended up in a mental
+ += ok, maybe not. but oh, yum. [alternate title: 30 weeks with baby pirate!!] [alternate alternate title: can
When I first started blogging, back in the dark ages…you know, like a year ago, I noticed something very suh-weet!
Yesterday my car died. It’s a completely long story and I’m so aggravated. BUT, instead of going to the puppet