This post is part of a series titled, “A-B-Cs – What It’s Really Like”. Each week a new letter and its word will be revealed. Each word’s explanation will illustrate significant personal meaning, application and ultimately demonstrate, What It’s Really Like… Back in 1998 MTV debuted the reality TV s... Read More »
Guys, I’m not gonna lie. Going to a conference is hard work. But if you’re dedicated, like me, this is what you have to do. This weekend I went to the BlogU blogging conference where they run a pretty tight ship. They keep you going the whole damn time. I guess they want people to get their money’s worth or something, but I’m like, “Hold up, Ladies. I’m gonna need a nap now.” Unfortunately, this y... Read More »
We recently moved and inherited a dining room with white/cream colored carpeting. This immediately became a concern with a toddler living in the house. Our two-year-old son refuses to sit at a smaller sized table and chairs in the kitchen and demands to sit at the big table with the grown ups. Originally we were placing old beach towels underneath his chair and end of the table. This seemed to ... Read More »
A few weeks ago, we challenged our WIRL Project members to share their skin insecurities for a good cause, to raise awareness and funding for Psoriasis. We had several entries and were thrilled to see our members confessing their stories. As promised, we are GIVING AWAY the Eben Stack of bracelets, from Cayisa, for contributing to our initiative. Want to know who the winner is? Well… ... Read More »
2 teaspoons garlic, minced 1 onion, chopped finely 2 stalks celery, chopped finely 2 tablespoons butter/oil 2 cups dried split peas 1 bag (10.8oz) frozen sweet peas, chop/grind* 1 1/2 to 2 quarts vegetable broth 2 potatoes, peeled and chop/grind* 2 carrots, peeled & chop/grind* 1 1/2 teaspoon liquid smoke* ~ I use hickory 1 bay leaf 1 cup half & half or non dairy creamer In a large ... Read More »
We are on the edge at my house. A very delicate, confusing, frustrating edge. You see, I have a nine year old. And not just any nine year old, but one of the female kind. We are teetering on the edge of being a kid and coming into her own, and let me be the first to tell you: it’s maddening. I understand it’s a struggle, and people warned me, but honestly, I thought all this drama was saved for th... Read More »
It’s a random title, right? Yet that’s what pops into my head when I think about my Dad. He’s a simple man with a complex witty mind and I am often bewildered by the things he does and shares. Most of the time I laugh or shake my head at the stuff he comes up with, but then sometime later I realize how it truly connects to him and resonates with me. When I was younger, my dad often said “Sho... Read More »
“I believe that taking your last breath does not mean you are dead. I believe that you die twice; once when you take your last breath, and again when someone whispers your name for the last time.” – Banksy When I was 9 years old, my aunt died of cancer. I remember getting the call from my father telling me that she had passed in the night with him by her side. He watched her pass... Read More »
Today is Sunday, May 24, 2015. The weather is overcast and cool, and it’s definitely one of those days where the video games will get a lot of use…. Funny thing – this was also the case exactly one week ago. May 17, 2015. It was overcast and cool, and a Sunday much like so many others. The kids were playing downstairs, and I was hiding out in my room for a few minutes just to clear my mind before ... Read More »
