Good Stuff

A milestone: eat well to be well

As my kids started their last week of school on Monday, I realized something big. Really big. Wyatt hasn’t missed one single day of school this year because of sickness…. Read more >

Captain Hook

Alyssa decided to bait her own hook and found it wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be. She decided it might be easier if she talked the worm… Read more >

We’re not in Kansas anymore, and it’s Dog Days to boot

My blog has been strangely silent for the last little while, and I was thinking I should probably make some explanations. There are a couple of reasons for the cobwebs…. Read more >

Count your blessings

I have a weakness for coffee cups. I have a cabinet dedicated to them and it’s overflowing. I bought each of them for a reason: because the color is just… Read more >

Salt dough ornaments and Red Bull. (It’s how we roll).

I am not sure what possessed me to volunteer to mix and roll and paint and seal 160 salt dough ornaments to give away.

One hundred sixty. No one should ever doubt how much I love the library and the ladies there.

To tell the truth, when our friends group met and decided to make them for our annual Christmas fundraiser, I didn’t hesitate to help. I imagined my kids and I sharing special moments kind of like those depicted in the Rice Krispy treat commercials.

We would gather around the table and mix and knead and get flour on our noses, making memories while doing something important and worthwhile for our community.

Well.

My grandparents would be proud

Growing up, I heard varied political opinions among my immediate and not so immediate family members.

We’re not a family who goes around talking politics in mixed company. But for the most part, everyone knew where each other stood, and there were no big arguments or debates among them.

At my grandparents house though, things were a little different.

Fall, Sleepwalkers, and Virginia Tech. Good Times.

Growing up, I heard varied political opinions among my immediate and not so immediate family members.

We’re not a family who goes around talking politics in mixed company. But for the most part, everyone knew where each other stood, and there were no big arguments or debates among them.

At my grandparents house though, things were a little different.

The beauty in my backyard

Sometimes it’s hard to see the forest for the trees. It’s an old, overused saying, but it’s true.

I don’t really talk about “home” in my writing, but suffice it to say, I live at work — literally — which is weird, but true. It’s an amazing place, but I don’t usually see that. I don’t pay attention to it. That’s what happens when you look at something every day.

Ahh, those happy little clouds

As a child, I loved watching The Joy of Painting on PBS. For half-hour stretches, no one could budge me from in front of the television while I marveled over Bob Ross’ ability to effortlessly create the most beautiful landscapes I’ve ever seen with all kinds of happy little trees where happy little animals lived.

I am a sucker for scenery, I get that from my dad.

The Power of Muppets

Last weekend we took the kids to watch The Muppet Movie.

Because I LOVE the Muppets. They’re magical, to me.

The Great Muppet Caper is the very first movie I remember watching. And I LOVED it. Beyond the verbal capability of my five-year old self. That same year, I got a Kermit the Frog doll for my birthday, and I was so happy about it, I cried.

As you can imagine, I was pretty excited about the new movie.

But I didn’t really expect my kids to like it.

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