I have to take a second and pause from my normal sarcastic, messy posts in order to throw out a mushy one dedicated to my handsome, blue-eyed, sexy-bearded husband who puts up with my madness! People who read Noes to Knows: Meet Kyle! Normally words come easily, but they don’t always flow well when I’m … Continue reading Stealing Covers
Beans: “I won uh eee God.” Translation: I want…to eat…God. What?? If you don’t know my two year old, you are missing out. We call her Beans. Why? Well…because a friend of mine walked into our daycare one morning and said “Well hey there Everbeans!” That’s all it took. (Chesnei, if she ever gets mad … Continue reading God’s Spirit Beckons
Kyle: Would you like to know why there’s a Swedish Fish in my pocket? Me: Weird face Kyle: Because Everly put it there. Let’s be real. Kids are strange little things. As I was making french toast (minus the egg –per Hads request) last night, I looked over and Hads was putting a hammer in a stick of butter. During my … Continue reading Swedish Fish in My Pocket
Me getting through a day is what I like to compare to an ungraceful dying flamingo with a good attitude. (And the title of this blog has absolutely nothing to do with cute tiny dancer photo!)You’ve probably heard about, or seen, a chicken with it’s head cut off, right? Well lets imagine that being the … Continue reading Ungraceful Dying Flamingos
Most of the time I don’t look like a criminal, but there was that one time. I was taking a DSM-IV interim session class during my undergraduate program. It was 8 hours a day for a week. The bad student in me decided I needed something else to preoccupy my time as I had heard … Continue reading Phoebe Running
For nearly two years, a candle in a glass cylinder on a rustic looking turquoise base sat on a tin tray on my paint-stained, scratched-up kitchen table. It stayed there because it made my kitchen feel cozy when the lights were off and the laundry room doors were closed (concealing my piles of laundry). During … Continue reading Candle Cylinders and Jars of Clay
While sitting in yoga pants eating macaroni and cheese (hoping to get away with another few weeks of this before I have to start exercising again), and looking at my semi-dirty living room, I heard my husband in the kitchen and two daughters insisting on helping make coffee. Of course it didn’t go smoothly…we have … Continue reading It’s OK! Our life is messy.