I'm sure EVERYONE will be thrilled to know I found the spaghetti. Yesterday I sat down in my living room to read and my coworker sent me a text and just as I reached over for my phone I saw the corner of the container under the other arm chair A chair both I and … Continue reading On Top Of Spaghetti, All Covered With Cheese. I Lost My Poor Meatball When Somebody Sneezed. It Rolled Off The Table, And Onto The Floor
Oh my gosh! Kids are seriously the sweetest most innocent things ever created in the history of creation and I love mine to bits. I often think about posting photo's of mine here for the sake of cuteness, but well as unlikely as it seems after reading my posts, I do have limits. Anyways, in … Continue reading Each Day I Feel So Blessed To Be Looking At You ‘Cause When You Open Your Eyes, I Feel Alive
How to explain the unexplainable. Sunday night I made homemade spaghetti and meatballs with ceaser salad for dinner and the kids loved it. Everything was all good. So I decided to send the leftovers with them to daycare for lunch the next day. I asked Z to get out 2 containers for me to divide … Continue reading I Wake Up In The Basement I’m So Hungry/ I Must Be Here Sleepwalking
I went to Wal-Mart last week and found this for Z's room (see previous post for reference) Yes, I know the hair is covered which kinda defeats the purpose, but my options were limited and it was better than nothing. Next I went to the dollar store intent on buying gold paint to redo her … Continue reading My Shadow’s The Only One That Walks Beside Me
Last night Z nearly broke my heart. I was washing her hair, which could be considered a full time job, although we do it on average once a week if I've had enough coffee and sleep, when she made the comment that she doesn't like her hair and wished it was like all her friends … Continue reading I Wish I Could Be Every Little Thing You Wanted All The Time
The fact that I am alive is proof enough that I am a God. No one can confirm for sure how the world started. Not when or how or at what point, which leaves it wide open for interpretation on exactly how or why we got to this place in history or the present place … Continue reading Leaving To Find My Soul Told Her I Had To Go And I Know It Ain’t Pretty When Our Hearts Get Broke
So I've been living here in Kelowna for 7 months. Plenty of time to get nice and settled and make massive amounts of new friends and join plenty of clubs, classes, activities what have you. As much as I feel at home in my house, and actually enjoy the town as a whole, basically because … Continue reading Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely Is This The Feeling I Need To Walk With?