Month: July 2011

If you’ve read this blog for any amount of time, you know about Greta.  I mean, she has her own tag and everything. Greta is the most delightful little pixie of a friend – she loves bubbles and snowflakes and fairy tales and red lipstick and goat cheese and sand dollars and road trips and…

I ordered this print from a charming little Etsy shop. Truer words there have never been.

Next week, I am taking the entire week off of work. The entire week. For vacation. I don’t think I have ever had an entire week of vacation, ever in my life. I’ve taken 7-day stretches off of work, but have used them for crazy travel plans (ping-pong flights, weddings, road-trips, holidays, family events). Never…

Confession: I want to be awesome. Fun.  Smart.  Witty.  Talented.  Cool.  Not necessarily “together,” but at least effortlessly disheveled.  Not necessarily “popular,” but at least able to be choosy.  Not necessarily “rich,” but…  Fine.  Sometimes I want to be rich. But, you know, life can be boring.  Life can fly by without the luxury of…

I think my nephew missed the point of the Sunday School lesson.

I’m like a can of Sprite – shake me up, and right away, you’ll get an abundant overflow of sparkly bubbles.  But pretty soon, I’ll go flat. Conversation is like a game of tennis – best if equally matched, and only as good as the person serving back to you. Dating should be treated like…

Before you hear this little story, there are two things you should know. 1) My sister Becca is definitely a looker: funky and darling and adorable.  She has a heart-shaped face and a great figure and awesome hair.  It’s never a surprise when a dude finds her attractive. 2) Sloan’s Lake, our new neighborhood, is……

What do you do when it’s Friday, and you have no real brain space or time, but you still want to say things? You just say them.  All in a row. Like this… I got a haircut.  No more mermaid hair – although, correspondingly, no more dead head. If you have ever prayed, “Dear God,…

I’ve been thinking. And I think… I think that Lori McKenna’s “The Luxury of Knowing” is the best song I’ve ever heard. I mean it. Keith Urban’s version isn’t bad, either.  Holy smokes. [Please forgive YouTube videos – just listen.  And let your heart break.  And then get on with your day.]

I won’t get a chance to go meet baby Zion in Kansas City until mid-August. But they send me pictures like this: And I’m already wrapped around his tiny, tiny finger. While he’s still in the hospital, the little buddy is pushing 5 pounds now, and showing a lot of healthy signs.  Your continued thoughts…