Tag Archives: family
The first year
Yesterday was our first anniversary. In some ways, it’s very hard to believe that it’s been a whole year. In other ways, it’s even harder to believe it’s been only a year. It’s been such a busy year, that it … Continue reading
too tired to think clearly
Yesterday was a big day for our little family. I went back to work, and we brought home a dog from the shelter. We’ve been planning to get a companion for Blunder for quite some time, and we thought we’d found … Continue reading
I doubt I’ll ever be SuperWife
One of the problems with being basically a bigger version of an 8-year-old is that organizational skills do not come naturally. I tend to be scattered and slightly discombobulated about 80% of the time when it comes to my home … Continue reading
Looking back on last year
2011 was an incredibly busy, crazy, emotional year. One full of growth and change and love and loss. It started with one of the worst winters I’d ever experienced, and ended with some of the mildest winter weather I’ve ever … Continue reading
Peppermint bark helps fix anything
My mother was here this weekend, and we had a lot of fun. Sadly, N and I said goodbye to her this morning when we left for work – she’ll be flying home in a few hours. Predictably, I’m sulking … Continue reading
I have no idea how it is already 3pm
I do not typically write, or think much about writing, on weekends. However, I am usually never alone on weekends for more than about 5-10 minutes at a time, but today N is off doing a side job. As I … Continue reading
Post-Thanksgiving Thoughts
My biggest takeaway from Thanksgiving is: Southern food is much different than Northern food; while everything was really good, every single food item was different from what we normally have back home. Poor N had to put up with me wandering behind … Continue reading
“Your wife is a heathen!”
I’ve previously mentioned that N and I come from extremely different backgrounds, and we certainly do – our backgrounds are so different that it is surprising just how much we have in common. One of the major differences in the … Continue reading
The case of the ratty old bathrobe…
(Or, “Why I married my husband.”) When I was little, my mom made my dad a bathrobe. I have no idea what color it originally was, or what material she used (aside from pure awesome-cloth). I don’t even know if … Continue reading
Adventures in accents
Given that N and I were born and raised on opposite sides of the Mason-Dixon Line, it is understandable that our accents are just a tad different. Or that we might have different terms for things. Usually this doesn’t cause … Continue reading
