I love volunteers. "Volunteerism is the backbone of America. In fact, it's also the leg bone and the hip bone. It's other bones, too, but I'm no bone expert." That's a quote from Dwight D.
Several friends are either about to give birth or have just finished giving birth, which reminded me of my own postpartum days.
She stood in the kitchen with tears streaming down her face. Her hands were over her mouth and she tried unsuccessfully to stop the sobs before they began.
I awoke this morning to a “normal” morning — no school cancellations or delays; a normal morning.
Kalisha is notoriously inept when it comes to money. She is terrific with eBay and PayPal but not so good with a simple purchase at a store or fast food joint.
Kalisha is going to be 30 years old on February 6. She is planning a big party on Sunday, February 9. She has been talking about this since September.
I've been hacking up my lungs with bronchitis for two solid weeks, pushing onwards of three now. It's beyond a nuisance.
The picture I have attached with this week's post was taken from my front porch. Yes.
One of my favorite things is coming to an end.
We are a full week into 2014 and it's as if I'm just realizing it's January. I went to the grocery store today for the first time in three weeks.