Bad Things

In CategoryNavel Gazing

• First of all, I was supposed to get a root canal this morning. But my stupid tooth did not respond to the “tests” aka “mean and hurty things with tiny hammers.” So she told me I should wait and see what happens. I’ll tell you what is going to happen – I’ll be having a root canal in two weeks.

• Second of all, and this is the WORST, I was at TJ Maxx with New Friend (how I have survived this long without the joy of designer fashions at affordable prices, I don’t know), and the checkout boy said to me, “you look familiar, I wonder if you are one of my mom’s friends.”


As I was sputtering about this on the way out to the car, New Friend – who shall be known henceforth as Probationary Friend – said, “you know you’re old enough to be that boy’s mama, right?”

Betrayal, people. You don’t even know.

I am certain there’s more, especially since I took a quiz on Facebook that proclaimed me 47% Bitchy, but I can’t remember because of that Old Enough to be a College Kid’s Mother business.

Random Monday

In CategoryNavel Gazing, Random Monday


I have such a backlog of stories, I don’t know where to begin.

• Big and I were going around and around about something the other day, and I told him to quit arguing with me, and he burst out, “I wouldn’t BE arguing with you if you’d just AGREE with me!”

• I accidentally saw a preview for a new show last night called Game of Crowns and it’s apparently about the most horrible people in the world and their quest to be Mrs. America. I don’t get pageants. I BARELY get why a teenager would do them (being that teenagers are inherently narcissistic and like being told how pretty they are), but why a grown woman with a husband and kids needs to spend that kind of money for whatever minuscule tidbit of validation a pageant offers escapes me.

BAM! I’m back and as judgey as ever!

• In my quest to fit everything we own into a house half the size, I have now acquired 245 Ikea bookcases. That makes me an official homeschooler, right? When my front room looks like Ikea vomited all over it?

yes, I know there’s an ugly box up there that needs to be unpacked, get off my back, man

• Random links I’ve been saving for you -

How to be the Best Food Blogger of All by Joy the Baker. This cracked me up.

A Better Way to Say Sorry at cuppacocoa. This got me thinking. There’s definitely got to be something better than the grudgingly mumbled “sorry.”

• Happy Monday, y’all!


Has it really been 6 weeks?

In CategoryRandom Monday


Okay, so I guess it’s been a minute since I’ve been here. I’ve thought of you guys often in a “oh, I have to tell my peeps about that!” sort of way.

The short version of what we’ve been doing is buying a house and moving. The longer version is, we bought a house, tore the place up, then tried to put it back together ourselves. One thing we didn’t quite think through was the part about how we aren’t 25 anymore. Being in my late thirties (aka 43), leads to a significantly tired-er mom and wife at the end of a day (or three) spent crawling around on my hands and knees painting stairs.

In any event, I have lots of projects to show you, pics of the new house, and my signature delightful storytelling blathering on about the choosing of Paint Colors.

Paint Colors are v. serious, you know. I bought something like 25 sample pots. And proceeded to paint them all in every room and every hallway.

Not kidding.

I also have noticed that it is now MAY and I am groaning through reading all kinds of blog posts about powering through the last few weeks of school. You know what these blog posts make me think? “Oh, right. School.” As near as I can tell, we still have something like 10 weeks of work ahead of us. The kids are super excited. Working all summer! Again! Yay us!

Whatever. It’ll be fine. Probably I won’t hardly complain about it at all.

Because I’ll be too busy regaling you with stories of how I need to get rid of a bunch of crap so we fit in this house.

Yes. I know. I just told those stories a few years ago.

Apparently I have been never-flagging in my diligence to acquire new stuff. I don’t know how this happens. I need Minimalist Deb to crawl out from under that pile of old wool sweaters that I meant to make Christmas stockings out of, grab Thrifting Deb by the shoulder and give her a firm shake.

In conclusion, I miss you all, I adore you all (especially everyone who emailed wondering where I was), and I shall be back. Maybe even with a riveting and pin-worthy story on How To Arrange Your Mini-Muffin Pans So You Don’t Look Like A Hoarder.

Oh, right – I owe you an announcement

In CategoryAdventures in Decorating, Navel Gazing

Sorry I didn’t post on Monday, I’ve been so busy packing I haven’t had a minute.


Jim told me the other day that I should start packing and I burst into tears and cried, “Hormonal Things Are Happening and if you want SOMEbody to do something USEFUL, I suggest you go to the store and get me some chocolate!” and then I ran away.

Not really, but sort of.


Jim’s no fool. He’s not necessarily a saint, either, because he had a pile just as big for his own snack drawer.

I packed two boxes today,* though. Go me! And then we had to take a break and go to Chick fil A. Because obviously.

In any event, we closed on the house a week ago, and it all went very smoothly (thankfully), and the title company closing facilitator person commented that she hadn’t seen an interest rate that low in a while, which was very gratifying indeed. It could have been a lie, but I’ll take it.

The sellers still haven’t turned over possession to us, though (hopefully this weekend), so I’ve been using the MakeRoom thingy at Urban Barn and creating all kinds of idea boards at Polyvore. I am nothing if not an efficient manager of my time.

In other news, one of my knitting pals, Crafty Friend, had this fun idea to rent a space in an antique booth together and see if we could support our thrift store habit. So we did.**




All the cute stuff is mine, and all the OH MY GOSH I MUST HAVE THAT IMMEDIATELY stuff is hers (like that super adorable chicken painting that I probably need).

She makes her own funky jewelry, too, and is starting an etsy store. I’ll let you know when it’s up and running.

In the meantime, come over and buy a turquoise table. No pressure.

*this is not the announcement

**this is the announcement