A year and a day ago, I posted my first item to this blog. My missive that went something like, "hey, I need you guys, what's going on?
I don't drool over the chance to hold a precious floppy tiny one.
I learned that my Grandpa had been a naval radar instructor in Hawaii during World War II. In response to this entry. Mary works with foster families and I just wanted to introduce you. I'm lucky, most of the items on my list are being done for me, especially since I'm bedridden without a husband in town.
We lit candles, and set them afloat in the tub in Larissa's garden. I love the mamas who do need me right now, and I'm sure we'll forge a very supportive and long-lasting community. Thanks to Martha's tip and a great sale on top-of-the-line cocoa, I'll be making mostly organic peppermint hot chocolate mix for some of my mama friends. It was true my junior year in high school, it's true now.
It's partly because I thrive on being busy; the busier I am, the more I get done. When my husband signed up for the Army Reserves, I felt very sad, but thought, it's o.
It's a great way to get things done - every woman has her hot buttons. Of course, mama needs to eat.
Not happening in this house, baby.
But I can never do it all.
So comments are closed.
But, you know me, I'm still going to try.
It was true my junior year in high school, it's true now.
Details on both will be added as I get them. It's partly because I thrive on being busy; the busier I am, the more I get done.
I suppose, in the end, it's worth it.
I loved her very much, but hadn't seen her in many years.
I have daydreams of lying on my bed on my stomach, typing on my laptop.
But I am happy, energized, thriving with my dozens of activities and responsibilities. I have an income, bosses who are indulgent of my crises, and lots of family and friends who are looking out for me.
Cross your finger, recipients, this could be a fabulously creative, or largely Bins-fueled, gift year. My sister-in-law's little sister and two moms were there.
Many of them were amazing-bad, and many more were amazing-good.
I can't imagine anything less attractive - yet, at some level, I can't blame them. I'd really like to be able to schedule the baby's birthday.
I still haven't childproofed for Everett.
It feels very karmic. Well, I had come to the conclusion that non-fiction was the style for me.
Well, I had come to the conclusion that non-fiction was the style for me. While thinking about my miscarriage, I suddenly realized that I had let the pain go. I'm happy to remove anything that you find intrudes on your privacy, especially as my blog becomes more popular.
Thanks to Martha's tip and a great sale on top-of-the-line cocoa, I'll be making mostly organic peppermint hot chocolate mix for some of my mama friends.