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February 2025 Wrap-Up
Hey, y’all, hey! How are things going? I know I’m late with last month’s wrap-up but I’ve had a hard time sitting down long enough to get this post written. It feels like by the time I get home, get the dogs fed, and make dinner, it’s time for bed. Do you feel that way too? I need more hours in the day. Even though I know I probably wouldn’t use them to relax or do something fun. deep sigh What would you do if you had extra hours? WHAT I ACCOMPLISHED My Bingo Card hasn’t changed at all since last month, still I accomplished a lot. Mostly work stuff,…
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January 2025 Wrap-Up
Did 2025 have the worst beginning ever or what? And it seems to be spiraling towards the ground at a dizzying pace. Part of me wants to totally check out, but the other part of me knows I need to pay attention. I also refuse to be held hostage by the crazy that pops off every single day. I plan to focus on the things that are important to me: my faith, my family and community, and free and open access to information in all of its forms. I will protect my peace and I’d advise you to do the same. We cannot allow ourselves to become overwhelmed or complacent,…
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Pantone~Inspired Fall Color Challenge: Day 1 {In the Closet}
I love a good challenge, especially when it’s hosted by librarians. Add in clothes and I’m all in. The first color up is “vivacious”: which is described as magenta. The whole time I was looking for something to wear, all I kept hearing was Blanche Deveraux from The Golden Girls talk about how she uses magenta to describe her mood when she’s not quite blue with depression and not quite green with envy… I think I kind of understand where Blanche was coming from… Magenta is one of those colors that isn’t quite happy but not really sad either. Or maybe it has the potential to go either way, depending upon…
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Distracted Students and Shattered Dreams {In the Cafe}
1. “Leggings are not pants!” Every time I look at the black leggings folded up in my drawer, my daughter’s voice echoes in my ears. She said that the first time she saw me in a denim shirt, leggings, and boots. You can see the offending outfit here. For the record, the denim shirt was long enough to cover the junk in my trunk but still my daughter said I was a big ol’ don’t. I didn’t agree with her and wore the outfit anyway. Upon further reflection, the socks were also a big ol’ oh no you don’t. However, in recent weeks, I’ve come to realize that leggings are…
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Fashionable Legs {In the Closet}
This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of No nonsense for SocialSpark. All opinions are 100% mine. I learned something about myself this year: I absolutely love skirts. For years, I was anti~skirt. I thought they were just too fussy for me and, honestly, I thought the only things that looked good on my body were jeans and sweaters. After a couple of trips to the thrift store, I found out that I was wrong; all it takes is a great pair of tights, cute shoes and some fun accessories and anyone can rock a skirt. One of my favorite brands for tights is No nonsense because,…
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Scavenger Hunt Sunday
This week’s Scavenger Hunt Photos were literally taken at the last minute. Well, all of them except for the first one. I don’t know why I was slacking but I was but, lemme tell ya, when you feel the pressure it makes it kinda fun and you get all kinds of creative… 1. Routine Not really a part of my routine but every now and then I have to bust out the ol’ iron and ironing board to keep the hubs happy and neat. 2. Music My teens seem to spend an awful lot of time with those thingies in the ears. I suspect they listen to their music to…
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New House Tour: The Front Porch
You can’t see me, but I’m dancing a jig. Well, I’m not really ’cause I don’t know how to dance a jig but if I did, I would, but it wouldn’t matter ’cause you wouldn’t be able to see me so you’d have to take my word for it. So either way, you just have to trust that I’m happy about my current living situation. Whew! We have a house. A nice house. A beautiful house that has made us all incredibly happy. Now to be honest, when I first saw the house, I hated it. I thought, I could muddle through for six months. Nine months max. But absolutely…
