SLOW COOKER Pear Honey!!! That’s all. Nothing else.
Yesterday, someone asked Warwick if he reads my blog. He said, “Yeah. Mostly to proof read it.” When I first started my blog, The moment my fingers typed PUBLISH! I’d…
Softball things. . . . . Wasp things. . . . .and Pear things that I have neglected.
I’m watching Bella walk up to the plate. From the corner of my eye I can see Soledad and Phoebe playing in the dirt. Phoebe whips her head back and…
3 Years Later. . . .And I have an IPAD!!! and an IPAD case (Griffin Survivor GB35108 Case )
Oh my. Yesterday was a doozy of a day. I received a text at 10:59 am from the Apple Store. “One or more of your items is ready for pick…
Pears, pears… . .EVERYWHERE……Super Easy Pear Crisp.
I’m not sure if anyone around me has noticed, but I’ve been feeling a little giddy lately. More child-like. Free-er. You know, happy. NOT that I’m not always happy. .…
how we weekend
It’s going to be hot here for awhile yet. Mosquitoes will be biting at least until December. And softball . . . it’ll never get cold enough to make us…
Pork Chops with Kale Gremolata, A book about KALE by Stephanie Pedersen
Last night, I was sulking around. A bit. Feeling slightly sorry for my hard working self. I mean, I work hard. And gosh durn it, I’m tired of people (children)…
Citrus – Kale Juice and Pre-Teen Art.
I wonder if she knows. I wonder if she knows how in awe I am of her. Of her round black eyes, and her temper tantrum cries, the way she…
SUPERFOOD SMOOTHIE: Wild Berry. . . .a book by a similiar name by Julie Morris AND A GIVEAWAY!!!
WINNER ANNOUNCED BELOW I’m sitting in the car with her as we’re driving to school. I look over and she just looks defeated. Anxious. Nervous. Worried. “You know its going…
What I have learned this summer. . .from my life. . .and Pinterest via my sister.
It’s a funny thing how four tiny people can totes get on your nerves and make you scream to the high heavens.. . . for every day of a three…
Little Things to Make Our Lives Better:. . . . Funley’s Crackers with Veg and Vitamins!:)
My mom is here.In my house. Upstairs. In the guest bedroom. Sleeping.Because she’s tired.And exhausted.Of me.And my four straight up, a mess children.”Well. . . .”she says. . . .”Everyone…
