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Archive for January, 2011
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Learning to let go
I have OCD tendencies — more than I care to admit, in fact. My husband could tell you stories. My college roommate could as well. In fact, I remember her sharing a few words of wisdom for “Living with Stacey” …
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Words of wisdom
Way back in one of my first journalism classes at Ball State University about 12 years ago, my professor said something that stuck with me. Howie Snyder was an ex-Marine and former restaurant owner who had been featured in the …
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Conquering the week
My shoulder is still on the fritz. It’s better, but it’s far from normal. I was thrilled to have successfully made it through last week. I was amazed that I made it through. I thanked God that I did.
Then …
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Little girl, big personality
This week I’ve hardly been able to work, which is interesting considering Monday’s post (which I wrote on Friday) about how work is a great release for me. But, I’ve messed up my shoulder, so typing is tricky. Taking care …
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My great escape
I have long known that I enjoy my work. I have wanted to be a writer since I first wrote a story about a cow getting loose in my suburban neighborhood back in third grade. It’s in me. It’s what …
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Even the President gets downtime
I had this realization while in the shower this morning. It could be, in part, that I’m engrossed in George W. Bush’s book, “Decision Points.” But it also has to do with the fact that I’m baby-less today, tonight and …
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Naps are a returnable gift
I have to follow up yesterday’s blog post with an update. Yesterday I wrote about how naps are a gift and give me time to regroup, work and breathe, especially on difficult days like yesterday was.
However, I must add …
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Naps are a gift
When Lexiana was a newborn and needed so much attention, my husband and I occasionally joked that God made babies so cute so we wouldn’t kill them. Ha, ha.
Now that she is a full-blown toddler, I’ve decided God made …
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Game Review: Poo
We have played games with zombies, dragons, rat hordes and cheerleaders, but this was the first game I’ve ever played that revolved around poo. And, yes, I do mean that kind of poo.
When I was given the chance to …