I grew up pretty sheltered. If I had a nickel for every time someone said I grew up in a box I wouldn’t be in agony over my freshly pink high-lighted white down comforter care of my daughter’s friend who came over to play. Oh great, I gave away the ending. … Ah yes, my sheltered life. When my brothers and sisters were little our house was not the destination for our friends. My parents were just not the type…
Happy Valentine’s Day! Yes, I like Valentine’s Day. I know there are those of you that think it’s just a corny Hallmark holiday, and I used to be that way too. A couple years ago that all changed when I had a love like no other. I was not about to let a special day for celebrating love together go by. The first Valentine’s Day I had with my husband was one of shock and awe as I dazzled him…
Several careers bounced around in my head over my 18 years of youth. The first I recall was some strange desire to be a zookeeper. Yes, a zookeeper. What kid has ever dreamed of that?! Sure you hear veterinarian a lot, or marine biologist, but a zookeeper? That was a little outside the box. I was never a big fan of animals so that intrigue must have been something on the more subliminal level and not truly tending to the needs…
I started this blog at the beginning of 2015 with the intent to share my thoughts and experiences and basically give myself a hobby. As a new full-time mom I needed something that was just for me. Writing, story telling and having some time to check out of the everyday to-do’s is what I enjoy. Even when it doesn’t happen everyday. It has been a month and I think I have a good start to the year. There are times…
So I woke up annoyingly early today just out of the blue. My husband is at work, the baby is sleeping like a baby and the cats cuddle silent at my feet. Not sure what got me up, but something did. As I try to fall back asleep I hear it. Some tiny sound coming from somewhere. What on earth is that I wonder and groan, pulling the blanket over my face. I could still hear it. Something tinkling? Maybe a cat playing with…
Pancakes are a favorite breakfast item in my house. They even make an appearance for dinner every now and then too. Breakfast for dinner anyone? Yes please! I grew up having the occasional breakfast for dinner nights and I am continuing that now with my own family. My daughter is the biggest fan of what is fondly known as Brinner. Our brinner menu lineup is typically pancakes and bacon and eggs, oh my! Lately my daughter has been on a…
For a while now I’ve been in the mood for a different kind of chicken dinner. We all get in the rut of making chicken the same few familiar ways. Not only was I tired of serving my family the same chicken variations I have ingrained in my cooking memory, but I felt I was doing all stay at home moms a disservice. Surely there’s a little bit of time that can be spent on being more creative with what…
BEFORE AFTER I love my husband and my kids. I really really do. Who wouldn’t really? There is hardly a thing I love more than each of them. Except maybe a clean kitchen. That ranks a close second in my heart. Nothing says home to me like my clean and organized kitchen. A dirty, messy, cluttered, disorganized kitchen makes my skin crawl. And if it’s my own kitchen that came to be that way, stand aside I am coming through…
One day I was wandering through a boutique shop in the ever popular mall of Town Square in Las Vegas. This shop had all sorts of eclectic wonders any woman would love to purchase. Naturally, I had quite the pile of things I could see myself owning. Calculating my potential bill, reality struck. I turned away from a show stopping halter, envious of the hanger that was just so lucky to wear such a treasure. Instead of the halter,…
Defining yourself can be rather difficult. Most times when people introduce themselves or others they may include their job title or such. So, what happens if you don’t have a job or you don’t desire to be identified by something that isn’t you, but has control over you? What then?! This is the exact feeling I have in my current stage of life. Even while writing this I don’t know what to call it. Am I a homemaker? That sounds…