if you’re new to my blog, welcome! here is an explanation of the tater tot post. i looked up how long i've been writing tater tots posts. it's been four and a half years. woof... look what my mom made comfort anna, ella, and i got together up at my mom and dad's house saturday night for… Continue reading screw it, i’m eating tater tots – episode 55
Category: Life
Where I’m From
I stumbled onto this poem many months ago: Source I should mention that I discovered this poem through this blogger. She wrote her own version of George Ella Lyons' poem, which I also loved, so please visit her blog to read hers. I remember Anna working on this project in high school, but I had… Continue reading Where I’m From
imperfectly perfect things
i've noticed that i rarely write on here at random. i always plan my posts out ahead of time. but, because our routine is out of the ordinary, i feel like posting out of the ordinary. look at me being a rebel. also, i am not capitalizing today. here are some perfectly imperfect thoughts that… Continue reading imperfectly perfect things
Things I Want To Remember | Part Fifteen
Thank you so much for your kind words and comments about Mike and Titty. By the end of the week, Titty should be in our garage. Hopefully. Mike had surgery on Friday to repair some torn ligaments, and everything went well. He's getting used to his new routine. I won't lie and say it's easy… Continue reading Things I Want To Remember | Part Fifteen
What I Kept | August 2023
These are the things I kept on my phone in the month of August. Click here to read previous posts. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HiBnRJFtWT8 My wedding band was cut off my finger. It had been cutting off my circulation for quite some time. This was taken the day after it was cut off. It's been three weeks, and my finger… Continue reading What I Kept | August 2023
Losing Summer
Ella and I have this thing where I say to her, "you know that most of December is actually still fall, right? Winter doesn't arrive until just before Christmas." She always laughs at me because she knows I'm right but it sounds fake. As if I'm making it up. My sunflowers are not sunflower-ing. That's how it… Continue reading Losing Summer