Isn't it funny how a breath mint can be the difference between a moment with someone being sentimental and precious vs. terrible and nasty? There are times when I've been in close quarters with someone and all I can think about is how little I can breathe from the fog-cloud they are creating between us and … Continue reading Life Speakers and Bad Breath Breathers
Pregnancy is weird. I've said it before and I will say it again. But even though there is an Olympic-level soccer athlete inside my tummy trying to kick its way out, it seems to only be a slice of what I'm focused on right now. And I don't mean that in a bad way. I mean … Continue reading Wild Wilderness People
It's not that I'm just bad at hiding my facial reactions, or that I've unearthed some putrid smell, its nothing like that. My face is constantly crunching for an entirely different reason, one that no one would know about unless I tell them. My baby, now positioned on the right side of my stomach, keeps … Continue reading My Baby’s Butt
Apparently I take a lot of selfies while drinking coffee. I don't regret it. Which makes me think...I am shamefully self absorbed.The thing about coffee is that it has so many perks; brings you out of your sleep-mode, creates a fabulous excuse for a social meeting, and it just tastes so stinking good. How does … Continue reading Wakey Wakey.
There was an eerie whistle coming off the fields; its source was unknown. Only vacant emptiness hung over the green wheaties for miles. The sky was a dull grey, creeping over the landscape like it was its own life form. All seemed...ugh what is that horrendous smell? Manure season. That's what. What a wretched time … Continue reading Poop Happens. So grab a shovel and deal with it.
I did that thing again. The thing where I get the absurd idea that I can push forwards and figure out this dandy life all on my own. At what point am I going to realize that I'm not strong enough? I mean, I'm great. Sure. Maybe. Maybe not. But either way I'm stinking weak. Me trying to run around and get … Continue reading When God Breathes. (Or Sneezes.)
People just need to know that Martha wasn’t crazy. In fact she was probably the normal-est one in the building. She was just busting her butt, preparing food for Jesus and his disciples, organizing the details and getting things ready for everyone so they could all chow down. My first impression of her was that … Continue reading Lattes with a dude that has a really cool beard, historically. We think.