Whew. Our broker called me at 1 p.m. yesterday and it felt as though a quarter of the weight of the world was off of our shoulders. Figures that the day Scott leaves we get the clear to close. So this is our house. Go ahead and picture it without all of the ivy and…
Guess who still lives on the north side?
Sigh. Seriously, it’s ridiculous. Thankfully, it really does look as though we’re on track to close this week. Of course, my husband is leaving the country on Thursday for about a week, which means I’m in charge of moving into our house. Well, me and Kate Shea. Lucky for Scott as we Shea girls are…
Happy Anniversary to Us
Tomorrow is our one-year anniversary. There are some days when it boggles my mind to think we’ve only been married a year. We eased into being married much more seamlessly than we did being a couple, interestingly enough. The romantic in me likes to believe it’s simply because this was always where we were destined…
Update Because I’m Lazy
Or, actually, busy. I am fried, people. I have nothing remotely creative or interesting to say, but there is so much I want to talk about. But I get home, and I cobble together something for dinner, and then I crash. For the past two weeks, Scott and I have been getting up every morning…
Splash
I am sorta tired of peeing on sticks. Swear to God, I’ve urinated on more sticks in the past few months than I ever thought I would. Last night I was so irritated with the peeing on the stick that I rendered the test negative. For those of you familiar with the process, you’ll know…
Sunday Morning
“Sunday morning Slow beats seething Through the screens in The open windows Eggs frying Legs shaking After we stayed lying So long in bed Sunday morning Both of us reading And looking up occasionally Looking up occasionally “Sunday morning You’re doing your thing And I am doing mine Speaking words More a formality Cuz we…
A Stretch
I hobbled all of last week. Not even an exaggeration. The kickboxing class put me out of traction for days, and despite a yoga session the day after, I subjected everyone around me to winces and yelping and whining and it was, in a word, ridiculous. For as much as I loved the punching and…
Four
So it’s been four months, and there’s no sign of a baby anywhere. I don’t want this blog to turn into a, I don’t know, infertility blog, because it’s not. But it’s been four months of trying and we’re not pregnant and after that much unprotected sex, you can’t help but reflect, or, at the…
Why You Should Protest That Tucker Max Movie
Earlier today, I made a comment that we all should ignore Tucker Max and the movie adaption of his book, I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell. The very spot-on Whet Moser corrected me over Twitter, as soon as I said it, and he backed his reasoning with this post: Tucker Max Hates Fun. You…
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This stuff is amazing. Get it. Your dry, cracked skin will thank you.
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This sits proudly on my desk. I love it so much.
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I saved up and planned for these puppies. Some of the best money I've ever spent. I love these more than I can say.
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I decided to try enhancement products when I was training for my second marathon this year. I chose these and love them.
