Trusting God
My plans for the weekend came to a screeching halt when I got sick.
Dontcha hate getting sick? I had so many plans. So much to do.
My plans for the weekend came to a screeching halt when I got sick.
Dontcha hate getting sick? I had so many plans. So much to do.
The number one comment/question I get is, “How do you do it all?” (well, it’s second to, “You have HOW many kids?! Don’t you know what causes that?!”)
I know how it looks; I do seem to get a lot done. I’m not sure why
There’s a super hip, funky, interesting furniture store that I love to go visit called Me & My House. I go there for inspiration. They have their finger on the pulse of the shabby chic…uh….heart? What would have a pulse? Is that right? It doesn’t seem right.
I’m supposed to be working on my first child training seminar that is coming up in, what is it? Eighteen days?! Oh dear.
I’ve locked the kids out of my room and told them that I seriously need to work.
It’s been a lot of traveling this month. It’s a good thing that I like to drive.
Let’s just say it took massive amounts of Diet Dr Pepper with Sonic ice to keep me awake.
I wonder things. Nothing specific. Just whatever is in front of me at the moment. Like why do they make it so hard to start a roll of toilet paper?
How much thought do you put into your clothes? Are you concerned with being modest? Do you try to look stylish?
Seventeen years ago James and I were challenged about our way of dress and we did some deep thinking.
I thought I’d show you some of my favorite links from the week. I have no rhyme or reason to any of this. There are sad, fun, silly….just whatever struck me.
I hope you’ll excuse me for a minute while I veer off of my usual path.
When I hear about women spreading bitterness and gossip….I want to shout, “Stop!
I’m hooking up to a link party about large familes over at Life in a Shoe.
We live in the Texas Hill Country in an 85+ year old farmhouse that we have slowly redone.