My. Happy. Place.

Today is my husband’s birthday.  I can’t tell you how irritating it is that the bastard will always be younger than I am (and that he reminds me of it often).  Rude. Monday night the little girls and I were running our birthday errands.  We tracked down the gifts we wanted to give him and … More My. Happy. Place.

Who. You. Callin’. “We.”

Sign-up for ten mile race…check! Create b-tchin’ running playlist…check! Buy ridiculously expensive running shoes…check! Start training program…check! Take precautionary measures to prevent injury…check! After weeks of training, forget to take precautionary measures after one long run, and get injured…CHECK! When I woke up Monday morning, I knew something was wrong.  I’d completed my long run … More Who. You. Callin’. “We.”

Blissin’. It. Up.

It has been a wicked good week.  One in which so much was going on that it was barely possible to take showers or make meals.  We were on the run all week but for such fun reasons.  Let me share the highlights… Monday was my littlest little girl’s first Brownie meeting.  As you’ll recall … More Blissin’. It. Up.


  I grew up twirling.  An only child until I was 15, I had an active imagination, magic was a prevalent part of my existence, and I was a dreamer.  Every chore I did as a kid was transformed into a fairytale.  Sweeping the front walkway?  A concert in front of tens of thousands of … More Literally.

Come. To. Jesus.

So one of my girlfriends has recently re-entered the dating scene. She’s met a couple men who have been worthwhile but after a few dates she’s finding that she’s doing all the work. I was talking to her yesterday about a man she’d been dating for about a month and she was saying “if there’s … More Come. To. Jesus.