Ways I am embodying “procrastination” today (And, in embracing procrastination, the ways I’m avoiding actual work, housework, or any other kind of work.) (A true story.) Staring off into the middle distance. Staring off into the nearish distance. (Seeing my coffee cup and reheating it.) Checking Facebook. Refinishing a table. <—(Aggressive avoidance, right there. However, the table looks fantastic.) Marveling at red, autumnal trees. Wondering why we don’t have red, autumnal trees in front of our home. Googling trees. Literally {Read More}
Bullet journaling & failing miserably & you! (Me.)
April 26, 2018 By Leave a Comment
It seems like everyone and their whole ‘Whole 30’ crew are bullet journaling. But to the uninitiated, the concept of the BuJo (kill me now) can be overwhelming. So I offer up to you, dear friends, a peek inside a page of my very own bullet journal…on a blog. (And yes, many people like to keep the list all jumbled together with different methods of annotating them, but I generally like to keep separate categories for my musings. I think {Read More}
Cursed, a.k.a. Why I’m not eating food today.
April 5, 2018 By Leave a Comment
I am being cursed and/or haunted. This is very, very true. Guys, you know that feeling when it’s like you’re being cursed by a petulant (and fairly low-ranking) priestess? (You do, right? …Yes?) Like when bizarre and generally inconsequential things keep going down and normally you’d brush them off and keep going except for the fact that they keep happening and piling on like you’re being regularly poked with a stick over the course of a day? (Not a fatally sharpened {Read More}
Jasper’s book review of “The Giving Tree” (is everything you need)
March 22, 2018 By Leave a Comment
Book time with Jasper The following is an unedited transcript of my four year-old son’s take on Shel Silverstein’s book ‘The Giving Tree.’ Total weep-fest, right? HA. Not if your third kid is a honey badger/chaos monkey. That’s a joke. All third kids are. That said, I will never, ever dissuade my kids from reading, talking about reading, and generally immersing themselves in a love of reading. (Even if they don’t always get the story arc one hundred percent correct.) {Read More}
Marriage. (And other things I’ve totally solved.)
March 8, 2018 By Leave a Comment
Things that I, an expert, can tell you about marriage: Marriage is super wonderful. Marriage is incredibly, stupidly hard. (But it’s mostly wonderful.) (Except when it’s mostly hard.) Two thirds of all marital fights stem from at least one party leaving a household item in the incorrect location. Eight thirds of them involve a spouse “acting weird” about something. The phrase “just tell me what’s wrong because I don’t want to start a fight” invariably leads to a fight. Ways {Read More}
A metaphor. (And trying really hard.)
February 22, 2018 By Leave a Comment
Can we talk metaphors for a second? This week has been a big ol’ metaphor and, as everybody knows, February is the metaphor of the calendar year, and I’m fairly sure you’re asking yourself right about now if this gal is even secure on the definition of “metaphor.” Stick with me, here. So, the other day, I needed to return some library books for the fam. About 20 of them. It was torrentially raining and I wasn’t much feeling like {Read More}
I shouldn’t be allowed in church at all (an allergic Advent story)
December 7, 2017 By Leave a Comment
Despite recent events, I generally consider myself a responsible human being and pretty good at things like functioning in society. When it comes to my kids, that is. As for me? Apparently I have all of the self-preservation of a blindfolded lemming. The other morning, we took the kids to church. At 7:45am. (It was the only early English-speaking mass and it’s literally less than a block north of our home, so it’s more doable than it seems on paper.) {Read More}
My weirdest memories. (Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!)
May 11, 2017 By 1 Comment
My Mom has four daughters. I’m the second of four. Our household was simply always going a mile a minute, yet- YET- when I was in second grade and decided that I really, really needed my name to be Samantha, she actively attempted to call me Samantha for funsies. At least a handful of times. (The other times she was calling me Kate/Rachel/Emily/some amalgamation of pets’ names.) As a Mom now, that blows my mind; I was requesting that she disregard {Read More}
