Ah yes. Weekends. I’m telling you what. Mike and I are easy. Well, we were easy. I mean, historically speaking. Pre-Gail Ct. we were fun. Yeah. We were THE FUN…you could find us tooling around town, in the mountains, visiting family or friends, mountain biking, or going for a boozy brunch kind of fun. What … More Ode to Weekends.
Okay, so I still have three days of break left. Three glorious, glorious days. If you recall, I had loosely set some goals last month, and by the word “loosely”, I mean “ambitiously set, with good intention, but with slim to none possibility of meeting said goals”…just to clarify. Let’s recap… Marianne’s Shortest Summer List … More Post: A Very Short Summer
Disclaimer: this post contains NO pictures. None. Ok, maybe one. But that’s it! I know you’re all jealous of teachers. I mean, c’mon. They mold young minds, challenge beliefs, demand facts and research, teach future world changers and leaders…And a whoooooooole lot of other stuff that goes unseen, and often times underappreciated. Which is why … More Pre: A Very Short Summer
Alright folks. You might need to sit down for this. Maybe not. I mean, do what you want, but… This post may be slightly more serious than usual, as I’m about to lay out some truth. Our truth anyway. It’s been just over a year since we bought the place. A year in lessons, pacing, … More In All Seriousness…
I know what you’re thinking: OMG they sold the house. Those bastards, up and left right when it was getting good. Well… we thought about it. Really. Slapping a “For Sale” sign up, cutting our losses, and high-tailing it to a tent, camper, rental, or anything else has held a certain appeal at times. But … More Introducing: Swirling Smoke.
I feel like so many blogs right now start with this: “OMG fall is my fav!” Well, that is true statement for me as well, except I’m going to save you from the token selfie with a bulky sweater and psl. You’re welcome. If you’re wondering what a “psl” is…Wow. Just wow…but don’t feel bad. … More Back on the Wagon: and other adult-related things.
Welp. Things have been nuts around these parts. And I don’t mean “nuts” like the almond butter in the cabinet I’ve been eating straight out of the jar for comfort . “Welp” as in, whaaaaaaat the hell. Suddenly my summer is over, and what do I have to show for it? A whole lot of … More Troweling while Training, and… Nervous Sweats.