So back in February, we surprised our little ladies and took them to Disneyland. I wrote all about the surprise here. And then I wrote about the first day here. So our second day in the parks started off uber-fun since we…
Archives for March 2014
on grief: One of the best gifts I’ve ever received
So, I got to see my little sister a couple of weeks ago. Our original planned visit was derailed in December, so we never got to exchange Christmas gifts. Not long after she picked me up from the airport, we…
Happy Wednesday!
I may or may not have watched this 8 times. See it here on YouTube. —
Because why?
Seriously though, if this came in a 5T top and 4T bottom, I totally know a little lady who lives in my house who would absolutely wear rock this. As seen on People.com. —
The Truth.
My email inbox. Somebody’s always needing something. Get in line, Mr. President. Tee hee. —
Throwback recipe: Creamed cucumbers
So my Grandma is cool. She took care of a huge yard and a boatload of grandchildren and could play a wicked game of Aggravation. She wasn’t a sit-around-and-knit kind of little lady (though she crocheted oddly-colored afghans); she has…
Proof.
Proof that this one is mine. “Mommy, I’m going to take my purse, ok? I have things that I need in it, like my keys and fruit. Well, it’s just a strawberry.” Also said, “You know brown and black do go together.”…
Sisterly love.
So I got back from Missouri yesterday and with me I brought back some hand-me-downs from the girls’ cousin, Aubrey. They’re big fans of Aubrey’s clothes. Vivienne immediately chose a purple, zip up sweater and Lila a zip-up zebra…
To my sister, a birthday blog post, not a cake.
Dear Sister, While I cannot bake a multi-layered ombre cake, or really any cake from scratch, I can write. So here I go. Happy, happy birthday to you! There is something so special about having an “big” sister because you’re…
Today marks an anniversary.
Today is the 24th anniversary of the passing of my Dad. He had great hair. A pretty fantastic laugh. He instilled in me a loyalty for Saturday Night Live — even when they go through rough seasons. He thought Gilda…
What is the is.
This week, starting Sunday, hasn’t been easy. Nobody has easy weeks. I get that. But Sunday marked six months that I’ve been living without Shirl. I sat. I cried a little. I wrote a little. I drank a little bit…
I’m here.
Just taking some time… —
