So we’re a week into my new routine. I’m not sure what’s worse, drinking a gallon of water a day, or making myself exercise. Yes, I know they’re good for me. But yeah. Not my favorite. Add in the fact that I’ve got some serious squirrel! syndrome and no fewer than five children orbiting me on any given day, and then top it off with my awesomesauce ENFP personality that gets bored at the drop of a hat, and yeah,…
Do you ever find yourself, in these strange times, losing track of what day it is? More and more it seems like the days are picking up and flying by- I intend to get things done, but it feels like I turn around twice and it’s already the weekend again. Whew! Things are opening up here in Freedom-loving Idaho, for which our family of extroverts is EXTREMELY thankful- but we still find ourselves losing track of time on occasion. Or…
Hot black tea (always Lipton here!), a little sugar, a little cream. A small (or big!) slice of cake. Take out the fancy plates and cups because they should be enjoyed, not just sitting gathering dust on a shelf waiting for the perfect moment. A good book, with a simple plot. Or maybe it’s you quiet time with God. Hopefully something that takes you away from the stress of the day and gives you some space. Talking with your kids…
The Context:We heat our house by wood-burning stove. It’s old-fashioned, but we like it. And it suits our pocketbooks. Tonight, we put a fire in, and our smoke alarm went off. Okay. Odd. Closed the dampeners, and realized that the fan we have blowing the air away from the stove was actually turned toward the smoke alarm. No problemo. Easy fix. When we installed the stove, we learned what to look for, and I probably went a tad overboard by…
So our family hemmed and hawed last week over Disney+. We are what you would refer to as movie and television mavens. But we’re picky. Insanely picky. We don’t like anything that has an underlying agenda. We don’t like anything that’s just junk, and we’re more likely to enjoy an old classic en masse than use our limited screen time with something new and risky. Now, right out of the gate, (I can hear the voices clamoring) if you are…
So this month is National Novel Writing Month. Or, as we scribblers like to call it: NaNoWriMo (Nah-No-Rye-Moh). This program is in it’s 20th year. Wow! Since I’ve been penning typing up my fabulous children’s book series this summer and fall (available here), I thought it would be good to get out into the public and do a few writer-friendly events. The purpose behind NaNo- is to write fifty thousand words in thirty days. To give you an idea of…
I’m not a morning person. Like, really, really not a morning person. I have family who is, but not me. To compound things, I have a Hubby who works nights, has worked them over 13 years, and intends to continue working nights until the day comes when he retires and we proceed to the next part of our lives. But that’s another story for another day. Ahem. So I write books now. It’s a thing. It wasn’t supposed to be…