It was Easter time, two years ago in the Land of Guam, when I happened upon her. She was beautiful; her pink and white fur gleamed, and her two black eyes were like bits of polished onyx under the fluorescent lighting. Her shirt bore the embroidered message “hug me”. Awwww. She was the most aesthetically …
It’s been officially three days post-medication. My mouth is slowly starting to feel less like the Sahara Desert, and it has been a little easier to breathe. Today, I decided to go on a run. Once a week, I normally run the base. It is an easy, flat 6.5 miles, and I can usually complete …
After watching James get awarded his red/brown belt tonight, signifying the start of his third phase in karate, my husband and I thought it only fitting to run through the local ice cream drive thru for a treat. James’ reading skills are greatly improving. Tired of waiting for me to read the Harry Potter series …
My stomach is tied in knots. My vision is blurred. I feel like my heart is going to beat right out of my chest. What is ailing me, you ask? Am I in love? I can’t sleep. Let me rephrase that…. I haven’t slept in almost four years. I toss and turn to fall asleep, …
A friend stopped by work today and brought these beauties: Madagascar Bourbon Vanilla Beans! They were wrapped in bundles with cellophane, and secured in a Ziploc bag, but even those measures didn't prevent the scent of them distracting me the rest of the work day. She has no idea how wonderful of a treat this …
Describing my dad’s garden in Brussel Sprouts That Don’t Taste Like a Cave must have got me in the mood for my garden, because last night, after the kids were in bed and the dinner dishes done, I couldn’t wait to start my seeds for this year’s garden. Armed with a pair of tweezers and …
We started our chicken adventure in the spring of 2013. We bought six chicks, each member of the family picking out and naming their own. My husband and I tried reasoning with Alaina, the oldest. The scrawny little chick she picked out probably wouldn’t even make the truck ride home, we tried telling her. It …
One of my favorite memories as a little girl was sneaking out to my dad's garden, picking a ripe, sun-warmed tomato, and biting into the juicy red flesh. Sometimes, I would even sneak out a little salt, tied up in a napkin, to season my tomato with. Yum - salted tomatoes are still one of …
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My eight-year old son has my heart. From the day I found out I was having a little boy, to the first time I laid eyes on his chubby little cherub face, through the past several years of growing pains, and even today when leaving for work: he had to give me an extra hug, "just because Ma!" …
Deleting my excessively huge ‘sent’ email folder this morning, I came across a story that I sent out to my family last year. Here is an oldie, but a goodie! Friday, January 31st, 2014….. As you all know, I recently had surgery to have an umbilical hernia repaired. My stomach hasn't been the prettiest thing …
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