Today’s (Optional) Writing Prompt: Write about something that you unexpectedly had a hard time saying goodbye to. He told me that he cared for me and I picked a fight.He told me that he felt some deep feelings for me and I avoided him for a week.He told me that he loved me and I broke up with him. The fear…
My blogging friend Mommabrown has been the inspiration for two posts this week. First she inspired me to give my weight a visual (See Throwing Stones on my wanna be weight loss blog) and then she inspired this idea to share older posts while the one I’m working on (tentatively titled “That Time I Broke Into My House”) is still…
After I waxed a yarn (see what I did there?) about a lady’s cowl that I saw at the library my mom asked me to make her one. She picked out the colors from some Bernat Satin that we got for a steal (1.99 a skein during a sale at Michael’s) and away I hooked. All in all it took…
Sometimes I resent listening to people proudly sharing their heritage. “I’m Irish and my family is from the village of so and so” or “My family is from this country in Africa and we can trace our history back to my great-great-great-great-great grandmother.” Growing up I didn’t know much about my family’s history, my grandmother was very tight lipped and the information that she…
Source: justwanttobehealthyandfit.tumblr.com via Rachée on Pinterest The first step, the first day, first time, first anything is always the hardest. It’s especially hard when that first thing is public (totes my decision to put it out there but it’s still hard!) and is a second, third, twelfth attempt at a new thing. This is why I decided to keep mum…