I wanted to write. About what, I don’t really know. But that’s what I wanted to do. Since I was very small, my little hands would scribble words down on paper. It seemed like an important task. It seemed like something that I had to do. There’s something about writing thoughts down that makes me… Read More A night of ramblings…
I have gotten a real life look into the every day life of my dogs. They are much more lazy than I thought, except when a stranger walks by the house. Then all of a sudden they are beefed up guard dogs who will tear the flesh off your bones. Balance is important I guess?… Read More Things I’m Thankful For During Quarantine
I’m going to let this train of thought flow freely because it feels right and I haven’t wanted to write in weeks… I was taught to push all my emotions down into the deep depths of myself until they weren’t there anymore. Tears were a weakness and a luxury that weren’t to be tolerated. Be… Read More Breathe, put one foot in front of the other, breathe…
My husband and I will be celebrating our 10 year anniversary next month. It still seems like yesterday that we were just kids in high school sitting under the street light outside of my house, talking about nothing and everything. He was my best friend, someone that I could be honest with who wouldn’t back… Read More Here’s a little story… all about how… my life got flipped, turned upside down…
I’m sitting in the library looking at the folding chairs and tables leaning against the record player. The house has been washed of fall decor. We shopped ’till we dropped. The food worshiping holiday is over. We did it. We survived our first holiday since Grandpa has passed. That sounds really sad, I know it… Read More The food worshiping holiday is over. We did it.
Does it ever get easier? I know one day I’ll be able to look at his picture and tears won’t stream down my face. One day someone will ask about him and I won’t get choked up as I deliver the news yet again. One day I’ll be able to listen to stories about him… Read More 49 Photos
My grandfather picked me up early from school one day when I was a junior in high school, just 16 years old. He said we were going to get lunch and then he was taking me to get my first tattoo. Huh? Yes, my first tattoo at 16 because Grandpa Story said he wanted to… Read More An Ode to You
He was there when I was born. He gave my mom an IV when the nurse couldn’t do it and stood beside the doctor as my stubborn ass was vacuumed out of my mother. He held my tiny 7 pound body in one hand and laughed when, just a few minutes old, I took my… Read More What are grandpas for?
I’m having left over spaghetti for breakfast. It’s Wednesday and I’ve been sick since Sunday… so we are spending our fall break laying on the couch, watching all the Rocky movies, playing with legos, and taking naps. I gave the girls a hug this morning and apologized for the lazy fall break and having to… Read More Spaghetti for Breakfast
I have sat down to write a post on this blog hundreds of times but nothing ever sounded well enough to publish. A few things here and there have made the cut, only to be deleted later in a lack of self confidence. But why? Because it’s a scary thing to put yourself out there… Read More And away we goooo!