*some names have been changed to protect the guilty* Let’s just get this out of the way. Marge is not a nice person. I’m sure she has her reasons, but I’m no longer content with her “moody” label—as that would indicate fluctuations. Almost every year, we head up to the Pacific Northwest to spend a […]
Read MoreI’ve lived and breathed competitive sports for most of my life, but I’m surprisingly not that competitive. Whoa! To those of you who know me and are yelling at the screen, hear me out. I love competing—games, sports, anything with an opponent (I also think smack-talk is a sport in and of itself. YES, even […]
Read MoreSo many things make me happy. Little things like finding $5 in my coat pocket, and big things like finding $20 in my dad’s wallet. I realized this week that a few other things make me abundantly and irrationally happy. I’d like to share my joy with you now. 1. My Mom’s Unintentional Hilarity: Here […]
Read MoreI don’t have the gene that makes me enjoy feeling scared. My sister used to call me a titty-baby. On one hand, it’s one of the more hysterical names a person can be called—if you really think about it (and its possible origin). It’s also wholly inaccurate in this instance, because I wasn’t even nursed, […]
Read MoreWhen it comes to good things happening for others, I’m just not the jealous type. I believe there is enough happiness and success to go around—and I enjoy rooting for people. But, as a child, I do remember coveting one thing. Speed skates. Growing up in a small town, it was not uncommon to spend […]
Read MoreHow nice! The author of Throbbings of Noontide nominated me for The Versatile Blogger award! Wow, she has great taste 😉 and some amazing photography (and interesting topics) on her site. Seriously, thank you … I’m quite honored and also excited to pass along this very cool award. As a side note, I was notified […]
Read MoreMy sister and I shared a bedroom from day one. A lot of people wince in response to that bit of information—but not us. We certainly had our issues during daylight hours, wearing out phrases like, “I’m telling!” and “That’s MY Tiger Beat!” and “Stop breathing on me!”, but once it was bedtime, it was […]
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