When we were old enough to attend school, our parents sent us to what I can only describe as “the little schoolhouse on the hill”. Seriously, it was a big white building that sat on top of a hill. Thinking back, it truly looked like something from “Little House on the Prairie”. Lunch was the same thing every day… English peas, with an orange slice and a piece of cornbread. I can vividly recall the teacher constantly saying “Ro- Shellllll, don’t fork your bread”. As if spending your day in a hauntingly scary looking house wasn’t enough, we had to look at and listen to “Mrs. Congeniality” all day, too. Luckily, my brother and I were in the same classroom since she was the only teacher.
I’ve mentioned before that I followed my brother everywhere. One day, just before dismissal, the sky turned dark and a torrential rainstorm pummeled the…
I’ve made it my mission to make people aware of the toxins surrounding us. What they choose to do with that information is entirely their choice! But – are you aware of the toxins lurking in your home?
What’s your favorite cleaner? Below is a list of the cleaners I used to keep on hand in my home. I’m a bit mortified at the information I found on the Environmental Working Group website.
I am in a bit of a blog slump. I guess it’s bound to happen eventually if you do this blog thing for any length of time. I’m approaching 3 years and I find myself struggling to produce content and feel as though my page has become somewhat repetitious. I guess the real feeling is that I’m simply going through the motions. Ever felt like that?
What have some of you done to break out of this type of funk?
Yesterday I wanted to write a post about which medicines are working. I woke up yesterday feeling great, great as far as a good MS day. I worked out Saturday, Sunday and Monday having no pain in my arm or shoulder. What was more amazing was…
This weekend should be fun because I think I am going to play some golf. The temps in Charlotte have been comfortable so I shouldn’t have issues with fatigue. Also, fall brings with it less humidity and for that I am grateful. I’ll try to remember to take pics for the blog.
On another note my fantasy football team lost last week by the slimmest margin I have ever seen: 139.18 to 139.19!! One, one-hundredth of a point. I’ve never seen a margin that low. I would rather lose by 40 than by .01.
I have an old friend coming into town on Sunday and we are going to find a place to watch some football. It has been quite a few years since I went out to watch a game so it should be fun to catch up.
Got any big plans this weekend? I’d love to hear about them!
I, unfortunately, realized I totally missed the first week of this awesome fiction challenge based on song lyrics. It was a song that I love; however, it was our anniversary and a million other things were going on as well. I will still write on that one but let’s get caught up with today’s lyric.
The challenge is to take the snippet of lyric and write based on it. Today it is “Payback’s a bad bitch” from “Sorry Not Sorry” by Demi Lovato.
I haven’t written fiction in a long time! So, let’s get right into it.
Annalee looked around at the empty house one last time. She figured she should feel some guilt or regret but she didn’t. She didn’t feel relief either. What she did feel was a sense of independence and, what was that other thing? Ah, yes, revenge!
Life is crazy. I haven’t even looked at a blog post in over a week. I feel like a failure! I had big plans for the blog over the last 14 days, but then life happened.
There wasn’t a set winner(s) of the 100 Followers Game for blog features, so I’m going to put that on hold for a bit! Totally have just been overcome with a ton of stuff lately that I need to put my focus elsewhere.
We were blessed to be able to pick up and take the boys to Sandusky to experience Cedar Point for the first time a few days ago. It was amazing, I’d never been and the boys are already asking if we can plan our trip for next summer! But laundry has piled up. Apparently I can’t empty that laundry basket if my life depended on it. The house didn’t side itself…