Oh, Elf To The No. Confession: There is no Elf on my Shelf.

Confession: There is no Elf on my shelf. Just: dust. Well, dust with a garland of cat hair. The pics are not worth “pinning.” I’m okay with that. Don’t panic if your shelf is adorned by an elf. I’m not judging. (Unless, you buy it outfits and dress it like… Read more“Oh, Elf To The No. Confession: There is no Elf on my Shelf.”

Christmas Calamity- When the dog eats baby Jesus- you may be missing the point.

“I want a hand carved Nativity.  That will be the perfect souvenir!  An heirloom!  It will be perfect.” I told my husband- long before we left for our trip to Germany. When we arrived- I scoured every shop in Bavaria searching for just the right one. Finally- in a beautiful,… Read more“Christmas Calamity- When the dog eats baby Jesus- you may be missing the point.”

Thanksgiving recipe- Fresh Cranberry Relish Tutorial

Ingredients: 2 – 12 oz bags fresh cranberries 1 1/2 Cups sugar 1 giant (Christmas stocking type) Navel orange- zested- then pith removed and cut into large chunks 1) Wash- pick over cranberries (It’s our traqdition to have the kids do this part) 2) Zest orange (I use a very… Read more“Thanksgiving recipe- Fresh Cranberry Relish Tutorial”

Pain- To Be Shared, Not Compared

Repost Warning: Forget about zombies…. we’re under attack of a two headed dragon lie. This dragon is trying to kill what God so desperately wants to create- community. Today we’re gone slay that lie like the warriors of love we are, and want to be. It’s the lie that if… Read more“Pain- To Be Shared, Not Compared”

Force bulbs not fun- this Christmas (save yourself a trip to the ER)

The wind  was howling,the snow swirled past the window. There was  little cash for Christmas gifts. And I was stressed and disappointed with the holiday in general.  Our (half) of a duplex was for sale, and the stress of trying to keep it clean ( & ready to “show”) with… Read more“Force bulbs not fun- this Christmas (save yourself a trip to the ER)”

Surviving a Post Apocalyptic (or Apocalyptic) Christmas

I didn’t feel cheer. I started to think there was something wrong with my vision. What should have been merry and bright was either dimmed and greyed or harsh and painful. Even a little vulgar. I felt a sting at others joy, and longed to share in it. What should… Read more“Surviving a Post Apocalyptic (or Apocalyptic) Christmas”

Your Un-official Guide to MOPS International MomCon

 It’s just days before I leave for MomCon.  MomCon is a highlight of my year. It’s one of few times a year when my mom-account is balanced, and (for once) is in the black. (Unlike my checkbook which is never truly balanced. Truth: I don’t care about that .13 I… Read more“Your Un-official Guide to MOPS International MomCon”

Garbage Jenga— “winner” takes all …the trash out…

Shoe boxes, sushi containers, empty coffee cans, paper towels with nefarious stains.  Empty milk bottles, dirty chopsticks and vaguely-recognizable foodstuffs. Each object is precariously perched upon another. A leaning tower of garbage. A haz-mat situation in the kitchen. Really? It’s a rousing family game of Garbage Jenga. What started as… Read more“Garbage Jenga— “winner” takes all …the trash out…”

Beauty in The Broken Bits- In which I almost miss the point. (Yet again.)

 I cringed in pain as I leaned down and reached for the edge of what I thought would be a beautiful sand dollar. It wasn’t. “Just another broken bit.”  I sighed as I stiffly straightened up and walked on. Over and over- I saw the curved, white edges I was… Read more“Beauty in The Broken Bits- In which I almost miss the point. (Yet again.)”

From Tiaras to Tattoo Expos- A Juxtaposed Weekend.

I love juxtapositions. I have yet to meet many uni-dimensional people- and the more diverse- the more I like it. And juxtapositions- sums up my weekend. Friday was (kind of) a sick day- errands and figuring out how to make dinner for my inlays without actually cooking kind of day…. Read more“From Tiaras to Tattoo Expos- A Juxtaposed Weekend.”