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More of My Stories
Unexpected Tears
I had planned to get to work as soon as putting the kids to bed tonight. Instead, I am sitting here in a pool of tears at the thought of my first-born son going off to kindergarten Wednesday.
Where Everybody Knows My Name
Despite my discontentment with things like a brand-new Starbucks planning to close its doors, nowhere to buy a swimsuit for small children, and driving over two hours just to see a medical specialist, there is still one thing I love about a small town–the people.
Me and My Sewing Machine
When I first started sewing, oh, about 3 or 4 projects ago, my sewing machine and I had to get a few things worked out. First of all, it’s actually Bill’s sewing machine. It’s some foreign job called a Bernina. He says it’s really high end and is “top-of-the-line”, but I wasn’t so sure at first.
Travel Crayon Pouches
If someone asks me if I sew, I can’t really answer “yes”. But I do, on occasion, do a random sewing project. The latest project to have taken over my kitchen is a bunch of travel crayon pouches. When I happened upon one at a local boutique, I immediately knew I couldn’t make it another week without trying it out myself.
Paper Airplanes
“I’m sorry to tell you this son,” said Bill, “but I’m afraid we’re going to have to save this one for outside only.” I messed up tonight and made THE best paper airplane either Bill or I have ever seen.
Bittersweet Treats
Santa Claus brought my children the most delectable big red lollipops with teddy bears painted in icing on the front. He always brought them to me when I was a kid, and now he brings them to my children. They are every kids’ dream–the kind they go to bed dreaming of on Christmas Eve. But they are also every parent’s nightmare.
Me, a Music Teacher?
I’ve never been a school teacher in my life. I’ve never even wanted to be a school teacher. My college degree was not in music, although I did probably spend enough time in the music building at Louisiana Tech as an accompanist to have earned one there. And I didn’t know a thing about how to create a comprehensive music curriculum for Kindergarten through fourth grade. So I was pretty dumbfounded when the principal of Will’s preschool asked to me to be the music teacher THE WEEK BEFORE SCHOOL STARTED. With NO curriculum.
The Tupperware Principle
My worthwhile cooking efforts are so few and far between, I thought I’d share my soup recipe from last night. I’ve never been a big soup fan until I had some really good ones in the past couple of years. A sweet lady in our church brought us some Mexican Chicken...
Gingerbread’s Anatomy
I am Martha Stewart’s worst nightmare. That is especially sad considering she’s set as my homepage. I used to look forward to doing my Christmas baking until I screwed it up so many times that I realized I mess up more recipes than I actually finish.
The Nightly Collapse
I did it again. I do it every night. And every night I try to talk myself out of it. In four brief seconds from the time I close the kids’ bedroom door to the time I round the corner and reach the guest bed, I manage an entire conversation with myself arguing for and against the urge to collapse on the bed.
I Am Not a Nerd
I’m not your stereotypical nerd. I don’t wear funny glasses (unless my contacts are bothering me). I don’t know much about computers (except how to hand-code websites and integrate them into content management systems). And I do not own pocket-protectors (I don’t need them since I have a Blackberry.)
An Empty Egg Carton
I usually don’t think anything about an empty egg carton. I just throw it in the trash can. Unless, of course, it is handed to me by my 2 1/2-year-old daughter on the cosmetic aisle of Wal-mart.