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Monthly Archives: September 2007
say it ain’t so
i’ve been flipping through culture shock! thailand – secretly believing i really don’t need this book because i’m so very adaptable – and i came across this… “thais have a great sense of humour but they don’t like sarcasm.” i’m … Continue reading
failure
things i can do change a tire give birth bake bread french braid lb’s hair write school policy knit a hat patch drywall sail a boat tell a joke paint a house keep a new year’s resolution something i can’t … Continue reading
what’s so great about thursday
thursday is my favorite day of the week. i love thursdays. when thursday gets here it means it’s almost friday – it’s almost the weekend. i don’t want to waste my favorite day on friday, the first day of the … Continue reading
sad, sad, sad
lb is missing bh. she’s about as sad as sad gets. there’s a quote from william cowper, an 18th century poet and hymnodist, that pretty much sums up how she feels… “absence from whom we love is worse than death, … Continue reading
i want to sound smart
i’ve started many journals and purchased many, many more with the intent of starting and finishing them. i always get bogged down in the wanting to sound smart of it. i want everything that flows from my pen to be … Continue reading
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the monsters…
my mom and grandmother are visiting (no they aren’t the monsters i’m speaking of) and because i had to work and the kids had school they found themselves on their own yesterday. my mom took a little time and perused … Continue reading
i love the united states postal service
get passports i went to check the mail today and found our passports. all four. i checked back for the post where we applied and it was 12 days ago – wow! it’s very exciting – feels like the ball … Continue reading
avast ye matey…
hurry, hurry there’s still 5 hours left (mdt) to talk like a pirate. that’s right, it’s talk like a pirate day. let your parrot out of it’s cage, dust off your peg leg and have a glass of grog because … Continue reading




