Jeans–why do you hate me so?

You guys, all this week I’ve been trying on jeans. I used to not mind trying on jeans. They were just another pair of pants. But things aren’t so good now. I’m especially dreading the oncoming return of skinny jeans because they do not do my extremely hourglass figure (i.e.… Read More
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Sister Evangeline’s Dirty Forehead

There is a low-point in everyone’s High School career and mine was Algebra 2 with Sister Evangeline.   I went to an all-girls High School at a Catholic convent despite being a life-long Mormon. About half of our teachers were nuns (who, I was disappointed to find out, did not… Read More
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Did you have a special day?

Not to make you jealous or anything, but for Valentine’s Day my man got me a waffle iron that makes Texas-shaped waffles. (Before you throw rotten tomatoes at him for such a lame gift, just know that I mentioned a while ago how much I actually wanted one and he… Read More
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It’s a week for friendship

At church we are doing a “friendship week”.  Everyone who is interested is given a secret family similar to theirs (in other words, some little old widow isn’t going to get stuck with us and our six kids) that they are to do nice things for all week (“nice things”… Read More
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Don’t. Hate. Me.

All right you guys.  I try very hard not to be picky about what other people do.  Growing up I was notorious for correcting other people’s grammar.  Yes, it’s both obnoxious and unkind, and really who cares? If you want to drop the -ly off of your adverbs, be my… Read More
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Hey, funny pants

Every once in a while Mister likes to psyche me out and pretend to have died.  Hilarious, no? There was the time he was trying to fix our washing machine and got a gigantic shock.  “The shock went up one arm and down the other,” he told me. I wasn’t… Read More
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Today is a big day

I’m over at Segullah today waxing philosophical.  And reading what I wrote made me cry.  Seriously. P.S. My sister is on her way here as we speak (OK, we’re not speaking, but you know what I’m saying.  Only I’m not actually saying it.  Oh, come on!  You know what I mean.)… Read More
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Zippity-ay and Heidi-ho

Today is little Yorkie-pie’s 13th birthday.  Which means I now have two teenagers!  Ack!   All this talk about how horrible teens are and . . . they’re actually just fine.  Yes, there can be a little bit of sullen snottiness but mostly they are funny and enjoyable and–I almost… Read More
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