All Grown Up

The Babies are 18 today. I can't believe this is actually a real thing. I mean....  18 years ago, they made their grand entrance a month ahead of schedule.  T1 weighing in at 4lbs 7 oz and T2 topped out at 5 lbs 11oz... and ...  life. was. hard. Two teeny babies, a toddler boy and a…

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We’re All Mad Here

Today, the struggle is real. I hate myself today. I'm struggling with shame for multiple,  completely valid irrational reasons and I am having a hard time turning the voices in my head off. "You're pretty worthless, you know." "You're disgusting." "Your behavior is embarrassing." "You should probably quit drinking/smoking/biting your nails/eating/breathing/insert everything I do here/ because…

We’re Gonna Rock On To Electric Ave.

Ya'll. I should not own a home. There are things I am capable of doing, like cooking, cleaning, math, organizing, raising children. And there are things that are beyond me, like plumbing and electricity. Also I have not managed to figure out how to pee standing up, but that's another blog. Other than that, I…

Be It Ever So Humble

I love my house. I really do. My home was built in the early 1890's on land that was purchased in 1873 by Mr. and Mrs. Woodside. They lived in my house until they passed away sometime in the 1940s, and Mr. Woodside is still around. I know. I've met him a few times. I…

Two Wheels On My Wagon

I sew. Not nearly as much as I used to, and not as much as I want to, but, I sew. I am capable of making my own clothing, but it seems lately that what I mostly do is mending and making tee shirt quilts. But... I used to sew a lot. And create stuff.…

And, It’s Right On Time

So, I got married. Again. Something that I truly believed I would never do because, let's face it, Love is Dead and Romance is A Lie. This was my mantra for a very long time. Then along came The Moustache, and things changed..  in my heart, in my mind, in my Universe.. and for that,…

What I Mint To Say… is No.

    Marriage is about compromise. Really, any relationship is about compromise, unless you have NPD or something, and.. well... that's another blog entirely.   Compromise. What is it exactly? Sometimes, it's meeting half way, sometimes, it's completely going to the other side of the street... and sometimes, it's just not possible. Brian and I…