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Cure a monster headache with a brain freeze...
As if I wasn't already borderline evilish, by 11:00 Tuesday morning I had a headache behind my ear.
By 3pm one of my eyeballs felt bigger than the other.
By the time I went to bed that night, I had a heartbeat in my head.
Decaf Rehab - Day One
The calendar is clear for our 7-day stint in decaf rehab.
The taxes are done, Spring Break is over, our spring allergies have subsided and we're within our 10 good days of the month.
No more excuses.
The time is now.
Are We There Yet?
The pollen was so bad this year that three weeks ago Papa Bear growled at me to go to the doctor. I obliged after buying an $8 nasal spray because my nose was on lockdown. I am feeling better now, and with all the rain we had last week, the yellow stuff is gone. YAY! I've been waiting on the Spring that I can get out and play in.
A Hot Topic
We may have just stumbled onto a hilarious remedy/threat for thumbsuckers or those who need to have their mouth washed out with soap. Read how the discovery was made...
Karma, please don't bite me...
I know that my readers aren't high school girls, but if I had the chance to mentor any, I'd say, "That boy? Girl please! It's not that serious."
"If I could go back in time..."
This is a Finish the Sentence Friday post!
Roots Hummus: Here Today, Gone Tomorrow...
My most popular post to date is - 21 actions in reverse psychology to get your man to do stuff...
I was wearing my sarcasm hat when I wrote it, but it's very accurate. I am learning that the list also applies to the little man of the house.
#19 Try something he doesn't eat - say it's just for you.
So I got a ticket. What's the lesson?
So today was the day. I went to court to settle an Armed Forces Traffic ticket. Just in case you missed it, there's a backstory.
There's no business like 'yo' business...
The quickest way to lose yourself is to forget yourself. The quickest way to forget yourself is to lose yourself.
It's a vicious cycle I am all too familiar with.
One day I'm writing, then I'm setting it aside and setting it aside until one day, it doesn't seem that important anymore. The reason for it seems irrelevant. Then one day I'm not writing at all and I wonder how I ever made time for it.
We've come this far by technology...
Twenty-five years ago, you couldn't have told me that there would come a day that I'd want to communicate with my parents everyday or that a day would come that I would. In the last 16 years our greatest communication has been through writing - snail mail and beyond. Here's the story.
"What do you think about tile in the living room?"
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What did I say when my husband asked, "What do you think about tile in the living room?" Who puts TILE in the living room? Tell me, anybody?
Not only that, when you're getting toilets replaced, WHO takes them both out at the same time? Tell me, anybody? And YEAH, of course there's a story.
LEAVE ME ALONE!
I really think I'm a special case, but then most women will probably understand where I'm coming from. I've written a story that I am sharing for this weeks Finish the Sentence Friday, "What I really want to scream out loud is..."
The Kitchen Makeover - A Photo Story
I changed the title of my blog because it better suits me. I keep not blogging because "life" keeps taking over. Then I complain that I have no life because I'm not making time for some of the things I love to do. Then I received the sweetest e-mail from my daddy that said,"Glad to see you are blogging again. You were missed." So there you have it...
Irrational Fears: Being afraid for my life...
Yesterday, I saw the aftermath of an unrecognizable car that was still smoking as I passed by. No EMS on the scene yet.
I moved with the flow of traffic to get home. I was less than five minutes away, I was going to be sick.
We shall never blog again...
Me said to myself, We shall never blog again until all the stars are aligned in Kenya's world.
Myself said, "Yeah like THAT'S ever gonna happen."
Me, Myself and I have been ill lately. I self diagnosed Myself and have come to the conclusion that...
"A funny thing happened on the way to..."
This week, I am co-hosting Finish the Sentence Friday where the sentence is:
"A funny thing happened on the way to..."
Come link up with us and check out how some other bloggers finished the sentence.
The Science Project Story - Part Three
This story is the continuation and final part about the science project that was due after Christmas break, the science project that I thought we were done with and the science project that ended up winning third place in the 3rd grade at Christopher's school.
That run on sentence was intentional.
So we had to get ready for...
The Science Project Story - Part Two...
The topic was due in a week. The research plan by Thanksgiving and the project itself was due the Monday after the kids returned from Christmas break. This was throwing a monkey wrench in my seasonal timeline.
I needed to get to work!
Whose Science Project Is It Anyway?
Many moons ago, I attended a private elementary school with kids who you'd imagine went on to attend and graduate from Ivy League schools. To say their science projects were nice would be an understatement. They made me want to crawl into the hole my project came out of...
Quality of Life...
Allow me to be completely selfish here and take this post down fantasy lane. Sometimes you just have to daydream while you're grinnin' and bearin' it.
This is a Finish the Sentence Friday post!
Matters of the Heart...
It's that time of year - you know - of the eat right, and do right by your body kind. Sigh. I hate starting over.
This is a story about an event where a potentially healthy recipe meets a compromise in health and marriage.
What would YOU do?