Sometimes I swear the music I listen to was written for me. Written about me. Some nights it’s Sugarland. Other nights it’s Disturbed. Tonight (or last night, rather, since that’s when I actually wrote this, so bear with the rest of this post in the present-even-though-it-should-technically-be-past tense) it’s Anna Nalick. I don’t even remember...
Read more →I’ve been a reader for as long as I can remember. When I was younger, it was the Baby-sitter’s Club. I read just about every damn one of those books, and loved every page. (Super Specials and mysteries included.) Then, as I got older, I kept reading. (But nothing as memorable as the BSC.)...
Read more →The Boy took Callie out pheasant hunting for the first time Sunday while I was at work. He called me in the evening to tell me about the trip and how apparently Callie is a pheasant hunting MACHINE. They’ve gone out quite a few times since then and every time, he says she did...
Read more →We gave a kitten away Sunday. Boyfriend’s brother’s girlfriend (say that 10 times fast!) had been wanting a crazy, black cat for… I don’t know how long. She even had a name picked out for this kitten. Ninja. Our kitten, with the crooked tail, was a perfect fit. She came Sunday to take Ninja to...
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