Dearest Blogger Self, You've betrayed yourself, and I'm warning you to take note of the following things in order to get yourself back on track. Yes, it is true, March weather has been kicking your ass. It has affected all your normal optimistic moods. This morning's four inches of wet snow no doubt add to… Continue reading A blogger’s letter to self
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A goose tail of pictures I missed
Me: "Why do interesting things happen in our yard when I don't have my camera?" Mr.: "Just go get it, they'll be there for a while. You should just carry your camera with you everywhere you go." Me: "But this time, I need a different lens. Oh, alright, I'll go get it, I'll be right… Continue reading A goose tail of pictures I missed
I’m lucky my Mr. cooks 4-course meals
I can't imagine a luckier gal than myself when it comes to having married a great cook. He's like a magic shamrock in the kitchen. I'm green with envy as he orchestrates his favorite specialty type of cooking. Not only am I lucky, but our kids are lucky, too. They have fallen in love with… Continue reading I’m lucky my Mr. cooks 4-course meals
How I became a famous blogger for a day
Being a blogger is a rocky experience. It is humbling, too. I pause often to remind myself of how far I've come, and then I compare it to how far I still have left to go to reach 'wild, crazy, someone actually noticed my blog' success. I'd say that I'm a hobby blogger, because, so… Continue reading How I became a famous blogger for a day
A quiet Saturday (caturday) moment
When my brain feels messy and disorganized and I can't seem to find something (I want) to write about, I say it is fine and dandy to go grab my camera, take some close-up shots and let the photos (or the model) do the talking. Tizzie's Caturday Moments Ah...after dining on some snacks, all she has… Continue reading A quiet Saturday (caturday) moment
A Big Move
I long to sneak a peek through a writing room door. To watch a famous writer write. That would be a sight. Like a mouse in the corner, I'd scramble. Taking notes on a tiny yellow notepad. Ideas surely would fly. Tossed away like crumbs. Nuggets thought as no good, I would reuse. Writers write despite little… Continue reading A Big Move