Month: April 2013

I’m only posting this so I can use the Swords tag again.

Over the weekend, I traded in my dollhouse for a real house: as of Friday, I’m the owner of a shotgun row home. I’ve spent the past few days vacillating between absolute elation and a full-on panic attack – mostly for irrational reasons, like What if it’s built on a sinkhole? and What if I’m…

When I was 5 years old, my grandpa built me a dollhouse. Even as a little girl, I remember being amazed at the intricate bricks that formed the two-story-high walls and the individual shingles that topped the roof. The front side had a tiny front door which, if you pulled on the tiny handle, opened…

Not to be dramatic, but my goal of having zero nervous breakdowns in 2013 is hanging in the balance. Fine, that was dramatic. They say the only constant is change – and I hate them for it – but it’s proven true in my life time and time again. In the past few weeks, I’ve…

I woke up this morning to freezing temperatures, icy wind, and snow on the ground. Not cool, April 9th. NOT COOL. After several days of near-70 degree weather, I was starting to believe that spring was here to stay – but leave it up to April, the hormonal teenage girl of Colorado’s calendar year, to…

Whoa. I disappeared from the blog for a while there. But now it’s a new week, a new month, and I’m back – at least for today. Can I be honest? I’m glad to have March behind me. March held some wonderful things, but it was a crazy month in which it felt like every…