A few weeks back, we had a little fun with some weird a$$ song lyrics. Now that we’ve wiped our tears of laughter, it’s time to pull out your those hankies again for some sap. Pretty little ballads have always been my favorites. Here are just a few for you to enjoy. Songs so beautiful they’ll break your heart.
So I’ve been struggling to recover from a severe case of writer’s block. Leave it to the beautiful blog, Rendezvous En New York, to help me heal by nominating me for the Love In Ten Sentences poetry challenge!
It’s been a while, I know. I apologize for the distance, er, the lack of distance logged rather. But I promise, stupid dear RunKeeper app, to make it up to you with miles upon miles of record-breaking sprints power walks. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I’ve definitely found that to be true.… Read More Dear RunKeeper…
Mommy woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. You know, the bed I share with daddy, the dog and now your wiggly 2-year-old brother who refuses to rest unless his hand is lying somewhere on my sleepy head.
It’s Monday. That’s all I got.
I see you, minivan mom. You swore you’d never succumb to its elongated frame and matronly…well, everything. But lo and behold, baby #3 came along and kicked that promise right to the mother lovin’ curb. And now here you are schlepping droves of squealing children around to t-ball practice, surrounded by little landmines of goldfish cracker crumbs… Read More How to Feel Like You’re Not Driving a Minivan, When You Are in Fact Driving a Minivan
You either love her or hate her. But you have to admit that by being apologetically herself, Roseanne taught us some of life’s most valuable lessons. Here are just a few.
There’s a puddle on the bathroom floor, the plunger’s resting on the living room rug, and someone’s screaming ‘HELP ME’ from the kitchen.
Music and writing are two of the loves of my life, so song lyrics are kind of like my soulmates. And like any great love affair, things can get a little confusing at times. Maybe I’m missing the artistic symbolism of these lyrics…or maybe they’re just super duper, incredibly strange.
Thank you, Hug Me Elmo, for spontaneously working tonight after seven months of silence. Screeching “I love to hug you!” in the still darkness of my finally-sleeping-3-year-old’s bedroom.