Melanie of Write Stuff has been nominated for the Mormon Mommy Blogs coveted monthly spotlight. Those of you who read her blog know that Melanie is one of the most consistently entertaining blogs currently enriching Bloglandia. I would love to see her nomination echoed a couple dozen times over.
Plus? She’s sick. So let’s show her some bloggy love and click here to second the nomination.
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Archive for March, 2009
It isn’t the cleanliness of the home. I’ve ruled that out with four years of solid experimentation. My childrens happiness is unaffected by the level of dust and grime, the size of the laundry pile, or the number of dishes in the sink. My research has been fairly extensive, and I can speak quite authoritatively on the subject.
I have even discovered that my four year old is enchanted by cobwebs. Who knew?
Now, there is some correlation[...]
I am boring in many ways, but I am never so dull as when I am in the kitchen. I have a standard handful of meals I prepare and that’s it. I rarely do anything that takes more than fifteen minutes prep work and making a full meal from scratch is the closest I get to exotic.
Food has never been all that important to me, is the thing. I grew up as a picky eater. When[...]
Good News: I found a place in town where pregnancy tests cost “only” $6.00.
Bad News: They cost significantly more than that when you go through one per day.
Good News: I’m not going to have a Christmas baby.
Bad News: I’m not going to have a Christmas baby.
Good News: I didn’t give into the temptation to stockpile junk food whilst grocery shopping today.
Bad News: See above.
Good News: I’m not crying. I’m feeling okay about it all.
Bad News: I could probably do[...]
My period is five days late. Intellectually, I know that this means nothing. It’s been later. Five days is a minor aberration in the whole big scheme of things. But my mind is a whirrin’. Could I be?
We’ve been trying for over a year now. We have become grateful for the time we’ve had with our two girls on their own before the chaos of a new baby swirls in. It has felt[...]
Friendship. For me, that’s the life blood of blogging. The interaction and the support. The funny anecdote that brings a much needed giggle on a dark day, or the thought-provoking post that makes me mull over some things that have needed mulling. The blogs I read improve my life, and the bloggers who write them matter to me.
Sometimes I get greedy. I want more readers. I want more recognition. I want,[...]
I wish I kept notes on how I met my blogging friends. After three years, I rarely have any idea when or how these friendships began. Such is the case with the ever lovely Annette Lyon. Did it begin with me reading her blog in a stalkerish fashion? Or did she chance upon a link to mine in the sidebar of one of our mutual friends? I remain uncertain, though the first option gets my[...]
Tomorrow I go home. To the place where my only family are those friends who have become so. I will leave behind the rain, the sirens, and my childhood home. I will feel a strange stretching feeling in my chest, as if my heart is being twisted. Wrung out.
Sometimes, I yearn to live where my family is. I am lucky in that I both love them and enjoy them. When I am here, I[...]
I tried to wear one of my favourite necklaces today, but I forgot to pack earrings to match it. I tried wearing it without earrings, but my ears felt naked. The earrings won out. I think I need them to feel feminine, having lopped all my hair off the way I did.
Sometimes, when I’m feeling a bit poorly and phlegmy and whatnot, I can’t stand to eat until I brush the morning taste out of my mouth. But then the[...]
I am home. Back in the white stucco rectangular duplex I spent ages nine to twenty-two in. The colours and carpets have changed, but so much is the same here. Not quite a time warp, but pinhole glimpses at the past. It’s disorienting to feel so many memories struggling for prominence all in the same moment.
This is home and not home. Home has become our three story chalet on the hillside. Views of the secluded valley, the lowing of cows[...]
