Years ago I took a friend to tea at a cute restaurant about an hour's drive from our house. The restaurant is on a working farm, they call it a living history farm, and is in a quaint, old farmhouse. The kind of place you might see a grandma knitting a blanket in her rocker on … Continue reading An afternoon of baking: I wanted my cake, and to eat it too!
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My first acrylic
Okay, guys. I'm really putting myself out here for this one (on my mostly anonymous blog, ha!). Be kind, be kind. Just kidding. I already put my weight on this blog, what could be more humiliating than that!!! Actually, I love constructive criticism, especially since I am a work in progress and everything I do … Continue reading My first acrylic
How to make a mommy cry
Last night at dinner, I received two gorgeous cards (and presents too, but frankly the cards meant more to me). One was from Blue Eyes and our younger son. Prior to this point, I have called that son, the Peacemaker. From here forward, I will call him Sweet Sam. I named this baby boy Sammy when … Continue reading How to make a mommy cry
Remembering Kyoto
This past week has been kind of stressful. We have lived in our house for nearly 20 years and after many years of being on a very low but slightly scary adjustable rate mortgage, we are finally going for a fixed rate refinance. We want to remodel the master bath at the same time we … Continue reading Remembering Kyoto
I went to a sunshine yellow valley, and I was loved
Journal Entry: June 28, 2014 Saturday morning I woke up in my big comfy bed and realized, only one more day until I get my partner back. I am happy that this thought actually feels so good. Wanting to be back in my husband's arms brings feelings of warmth and comfort. While waiting for breakfast, I decided to … Continue reading I went to a sunshine yellow valley, and I was loved
Finding my happy place
Journal Entry: June 27, 2014 We are heading into the final weekend of my husband's intensive outpatient therapy. It's Friday night, and he is done Sunday at noon. I can see the finish line. At least the finish line for this little leg of the race we are on. Since leaving Beverly Hills and heading … Continue reading Finding my happy place
try not to cry on my rainbow 