What’re the chances of true love and fairytale endings? Most people argue they don’t exist. I was one of those people once. But I’ve found it, and I’ve never been more happy to be wrong.… More
Occasionally WordPress recommends some gems to me. This week its algorithm must have caught wind I’ve been working on my Garden, though, because its kept me knee deep in Gardening posts- not that I’m complaining!
For the first year I was absolutely dedicated to being a picture perfect wife- and I had a plan. A vision. I had dedication and discipline and moxie- and a whole helluva lot of elbow grease.
Every year I set several goals for myself. I’ve noticed over the last few years, however, that I’m absolutely horrid about following through with them. Not that I don’t try to… But there’s always something.
Mentally, emotionally, and physically, I’m exhausted. Yet for some reason, my mind just won’t shut up; round it goes with zero cohesion- just tired screaming. And so today is a brain dump sort of day.
When you think of Oklahoma, what’s the first thing that come to mind? I’ll give you three minutes to think it over- but I bet the reality will surprise you… I know it does most!
I don’t hate a lot of things. I say I do sometimes, but I’m probably one of the hardest people to actually get to hate anything. When I do, however, everyone watch out: My actual hate can burn with the fiery passion of ten thousand suns all going super nova at the same time.
Last week I did the Lifestyle Blog tag, and one of the questions was about what advice I’d give to newbie bloggers… Today I’d like to elaborate a bit on that if you’ll humor me.
My posts have been so… Serious… Lately- what with all the digestive issues and the treatment, and all. So let’s try something different this time, instead. Let’s talk about something simple. Something I currently love.
Does anyone ever get tired of playing 20 Questions? I don’t. I’ll admit, even, that it’s my lazy go to whenever I feel like I need content but can’t find words. Such is life, I suppose.
Embroidery is one of those things I started off being “too good for”. Something archaic and not worth my time; something docile Women did because society didn’t allow them to do anything else.