What Spills Out

For every awful thing I can name that's upset our world, there are at least a dozen related things for which to be thankful. For every negative way our lives have been impacted, at least a dozen positives or silver linings. For every mean girl, at least a dozen kind girls. For every disappointment, at…

Freedom

One of the unexpected interesting things about WordPress is the analytics. The countries site visitors are from, and then being able to find and communicate with other people with similar writing styles and interests. These pages are part of my journal and I never thought analytics would be of any importance to me. And yet…

Cannot. Stop. Laughing.

Priss is defined as a "spoiled or uptight person who thinks they are too good for everyone or everything." Urban Dictionary also has several definitions, including my personal favorite, "superficial plastic wanna be princess." Sometimes I laugh at really dumb things. Sometimes I laugh at really mean things. Sometimes I laugh at really ironic things.

It Is Well

The Emergency Broadcasting System alarm message is the absolute last thing you want to hear when you’re on a long drive with two children, and one of them has just asked to stop somewhere because she has to go to the bathroom. Tornado warning. Tornado immediately takes my mind down a path of images of…

Refurbish, Brave Girl

I hate messes. I don’t like sand in my car, I don’t like PlayDough that gets stuck in toys supposedly designed for PlayDough, I don’t buy glitter or powder or terrariums if I can help it, and I don’t like substances like Desitin or vegetable oil that are really hard to clean off of things.…

Brave Girls ARE the storm.

Urban Dictionary has some very interesting - and some pretty hilarious - definitions for family. It's not necessarily about who's blood you have, or who you're forced to spend the holidays with. It's about people you love and they love you back. A bunch of people who hate each other and eat dinner together. People…

Falling Masterpieces

I am currently trying to teach my 7-year old how to ride a bike. I use the word “teach” loosely, as we are not making a ton of progress. I have basically just been running alongside her holding on to the bike as she either laughs with glee or begs me not to let go.…

Spring Is Coming, Brave Girl

It is late winter right now. Not early winter. Not mid winter. Late winter. That part of winter where you start thinking that every frost could be the last one and you start thinking about planting things because spring is so close you can feel it in the afternoon air. It's currently 92 degrees as…