Summer, day one

Summer, day one

Hooray for summer, for sleeping children (till 6:30 a.m., anyway), for bonfires and s’mores and swim camp and gymnastics and orchestra camp and hot days and most of all, for our upcoming vacation! Because Derek and I are wiped out. A guy at work just went...

Partners

Derek’s going to hate this post because we’ve had this conversation a zillion times, and it goes like this. Me: I wish I had a business partner. Him: You know what Dave Ramsey says about business partners. (Emphasis mine.) Me: I know…. And then I...
Four things

Four things

1. I’ve been slowly reading this fantastic book for weeks now (mainly pre-bed on Sundays, which seems to be the only time I’m relaxed and organized enough to go to bed 30 minutes early to read), but today I’ve been holed up on the cozy chair in the...

Work, children, heels, and writing angst. The usual drill.

I haven’t been blogging much lately because my well is dry. My well is dry because I’m cramming, as promised, 5+ days of work into three (+ occasional phone meetings on Mondays and Fridays). And by cramming, I actually mean enjoying myself immensely. Work...
Snowpacolypse II

Snowpacolypse II

You know how we roll down here in the South. A hint of a hint of a flake, and schools start closing faster than banks on holidays. We take snow seriously. We go to Walmart and buy bread and milk and, as my mocking Chicagoan friend Heather says, make French toast. I...