Today, Chris and I went to clear out the storage unit and get rid of some things and figure out what we were keeping. When we got there, we found that there was a new lock on the door. Turns out, there had been a little accident involving a trailer hitch breaking through the side
Yesterday, I attended a baby shower for a friend at work. People were all standing around reminiscing about the times they had their first baby, the chaos, the fear of holding such a tiny little thing. Obviously I can’t relate, but I have my own tales of baby deliveries of friends and family. The one
Chris and I had agreed to not get presents for each other this year. We even had the “I’m not getting you anything conversation”. Chris is impossible to buy for. He sees something he wants, he gets it. I see something I want, I hem-haw over the purchase until the thing disappears. I need permission
Everyone has their holiday traditions. Some times the tradition changes with time or things get added, but it still something you look forward to every year. When I lived with my parents, every Christmas morning meant cinnamon rolls and presents and dumping out the stocking to see all the stuff inside. Then we’d all gather
Today, Chris and I visited the American Banjo Museum. I think I only managed to drag Chris along because it was a free, but once we got inside I believe that he enjoyed it immensely. Who knew the banjo was such an interesting instrument?! You may not realize this, but I have a secret desire
Over the river and through the woods to my mom’s house we go. Chris knows the way to carry our sleigh through the wide and drifting snow. Except there’s no snow (possibly some ice) and thankfully we will be in a car. It’s Thanksgiving! I’m typing this up at 8 AM and I’m expecting a
When we found out that David Sedaris was doing a book signing at our local Borders, we made plans weeks in advance to attend. Those weeks leading up to the event left me with plenty of time to daydream and fantasize about what the whole book signing was going to be like. In my head,
I have been having the most bizarre dreams over the last few nights and I really think it has something to do with the amount of beans I’ve eaten in the last few days. See Chris? I told you beans were the magical fruit. Last night I dreamed about Vegetarian Zombies. Yeah, you heard me.
Today is Misti’s birthday! I know she has a few mixed feelings about this one. So today, I encourage her to think of this as a celebration of another year of your life and not the actual numbers of years of your life. Misti, you are crazy, fabulous, wonderful and you are loved by so
Tomorrow, I go back to work. I wish I could type that with more enthusiasm. This past week off has been so relaxing and productive. The bean plant was finally removed from the garden (we had a bowl of beans to celebrate). I cooked pumpkins and made puree and a pumpkin pie. I discovered Sham
