To start my Wednesday off, I chose a milestone post to remind me that I can do this blogging stuff. After all, I've got quite a few posts under my belt. So why is it that I make things so hard is my question of the day? I made renewing my blog's theme much harder… Continue reading The morning of my 770th post
Author: Shelley
Letting my quirk out one post at a time.
Temptations of construction
This time of year is challenging for me. I'm taking lots of deep breaths to avoid extra stress. My blog's hosting site, as well as my purchased theme, all require renewing within a week-long span of time. Navigating that is always stressful for me. It seems to take me about as long as it takes… Continue reading Temptations of construction
The secrets to a 30-year marriage
Well...here we are. Three decades later, and we're celebrating 30 years of marital bliss. WOW - today, 30 years later, and we're still in love. While it's been a blur for a few of the decades, it's been fun too. We don't buy each other big gifts. We did take a trip with the kids… Continue reading The secrets to a 30-year marriage
But it was just ten seconds of serious intent
I thought to myself, while intent on my own task at hand, "Just give me ten seconds and I'll be right there buddy." His hints entailed subtlety that he was ready to go to bed or outside. One should come before the other, but I wasn't quite ready for either. Plus I had the entitlement… Continue reading But it was just ten seconds of serious intent
Doggie Deja-Vu
We've been scratching our heads in amazement this week since Copper's new dog food arrived and we've started the transition process for him. Last night, it was like we were transported back into the time when Copper first arrived at our house. Except he's bigger now. And older, but his alertness and puppy-like behavior are… Continue reading Doggie Deja-Vu
September storms
As I prepared for my trip to the DMV yesterday, it was dark outside. I hadn't been able to look around the yard yet to see if we had any damage from the storm that rolled through. I have this weird childhood behavior, after growing up in a mobile home court. I simply go to… Continue reading September storms