Archive for the 'The New House' Category

In which he’s accomplished a lot in ten short years

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

At the start of every month my mom would hang up a chore calendar for us kids inside the door of the pantry.  There was never a month in my entire childhood where my mom forgot to make the calendar or even hang it up late.  Every month, without fail, more chores.
The reality was that [...]

In which we try to complete the list of “Things to do before the baby is born”

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

We have two lists on our kitchen counter.  The first list’s heading says, “The Summer of Fun” and the second list’s heading says, “Things to do before the baby is born”.  The lists are of equal importance.  We’ve been crossing things off both lists like crazy these last few weeks.
The main thing that we’d like [...]

In which The King thinks they were too pretty to be escorts

Wednesday, May 26th, 2010

Last night at around 11:45 I heard our doorbell ring. I woke up The King and we both got out of bed, put some clothes on and went downstairs to see what was up. I could hear people outside talking…so for some reason I wasn’t too nervous.
I looked out the window by the [...]

Art should be shared

Monday, December 21st, 2009

The The King has some extra time these days. He also has some pieces of canvas that were just screaming to be used. So he stretched some of the canvas on a few different HUGE frames and then starting working on an awesome new painting for our bedroom.
He started by taking his [...]

In which The King gets a job

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009

In case you hadn’t noticed, this pretty site has been down all week.  Apparently some mean-bot keeps attacking my site and causing all sorts of problems to the company that is in charge of all my technical stuff.
Or something like that.
Anyway, it’s fixed now.
(Thanks to all the awesome readers who sent me worried e-mails.  Have [...]

In which my husband has no job and no tan lines

Tuesday, July 28th, 2009

I spent the summer between graduating from high school and moving away to college in my parent’s backyard, working on my tan. I woke up every morning, put on my “tanning attire”, pulled my hair back, applied tanning lotion, grabbed the latest novel I was reading, and spent the rest of the day lying out [...]