Well, here we are. Another school year has officially started, and summer is pretty much gone. No more weekday swim days. No more staying in jammies until lunch time. No more picnics at lunchtime or ice cream on a random afternoon. No more cuddles on the couch with my Kenzy Mae Mae, watching a random
Folks, this is what my first week in my 40s looked like. No joke. I wasn’t 40 for even 24 hours and I was cripple! First off, I NEVER EVER thought I’d be on a scooter rippin’ around Wegmans. Like ever. But when you literally can’t walk, you have no choice. You pimp that sucker
“Forty and fabulous! With a sprinkle of sass and a dash of class.” I found this quote funny, but not quite accurate. Forty. Welp, unfortunately, guys, this is true. It was another big week in our house last week. I rolled into my forties. Friends and family kept asking how I felt about turning forty.
I think one of the best parts of summer is all the fresh produce and everything we can do with it. The choices and possibilities are endless. What is your favorite thing you look forward to? That first bite of sweet corn with butter and salt? Stuffed peppers straight from the garden? My peppers are
Folks, it’s a big week in our house this week. A week that felt like it wouldn’t get here as fast as it did. I keep asking myself how we got here? How on earth is this possible? Our son Tyler turned 16 on Monday. SIXTEEN. Like officially old enough that Momma’s sweet baby boy
This week, I am feeling reset, refreshed, and rejuvenated. We spent eleven wonderful days at the river for a staycation over the 4th of July. We couldn’t have had a more perfect week. The weather wasn’t bad at all. We had a few storms throughout the week, but none lasted long. It was hot every
