“My name is Wes. I ain’t in this mess.” Keith and I heard somebody say this a few years ago (I think on TV), and it stuck. We’ve used it occasionally since then, mostly in jest, but lately, it’s become sort of a mantra. And I’m here for it. If 2021 was “my year” forContinue reading “New Year…and my name is Wes.”
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THESE are the blessings you count…
I have been super sick for the last 2 days – high fever, chills, joint pain, misery. Finally, this afternoon, I managed to take a shower, wash my disgusting hair, brush my bloody awful teeth, and put on clean underwear. I’m not 100% yet, but I’d say I’m better than halfway there, and that seemsContinue reading “THESE are the blessings you count…”
Christmas Eve Wishes
Happy Christmas Eve! Just wanted to send you good wishes from my warm, cozy, good-smellin’ house today. I’ve cooked sausage balls for the fam, made some creole rice for taking to the Christmas shindig tonight with Hubs’ side of the family, and whipped up chocolate dipped strawberries to take, too. All my presents are wrapped,Continue reading “Christmas Eve Wishes”
Courier Appreciation Means A Lot
I’m really not so good at thanking those people who are “in my life” making a big impact but who aren’t really “in my life”. No kidding, those FedEx, UPS, USPS, and Amazon drivers bless my soul in more ways than they realize! I should know their names better than I do. I should thankContinue reading “Courier Appreciation Means A Lot”
Sorry I’m Late…
“Sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to come.” Have y’all seen that? It’s how I’ve been feeling about TILTs and posting until I can get this week behind me. Whew! I bought myself this book to start next week, but I couldn’t wait. I’m about 15 pages in, and there are so many gems, IContinue reading “Sorry I’m Late…”
Counting The Minutes
I’m tired. Really tired. Are y’all? I never want to wish my life away at all, and I try not to want time to hurry up, but I’m ready for this break. There will be no girlbossing starting Friday. I anticipate only girlresting, girlreading, and of course, some girldrinking. I’ve got mimosa and spiked hotContinue reading “Counting The Minutes”
I Am Learning to Love the Sound
I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things that aren’t good for me. Is that not the best? I saw it posted this morning, and I could hear the sound…and it’s sweet. It’s not easy to (a) admit when something is not good for you and (b) walk awayContinue reading “I Am Learning to Love the Sound”
Like Pouring Gas On Anxiety
Anxiety is a bitch. If you’ve experienced it, you know it can be triggered by something big…or insignificant…or come on without warning and for no reason. You just feel freaking nervous…and anxious…and like something bad is about to happen…and you can’t breathe good…and there’s some weird fear thing happening…and you shake a little…. Ridiculous. Today,Continue reading “Like Pouring Gas On Anxiety”
It’s more than just coffee!
When I come into the kitchen in the morning, my coffee is already made. Keith fixes up the pot while he makes his espresso in his machine. Although sort of a tiny thing, it feels peaceful. I feel loved. The day to come may be filled with absolute madness, but in that moment, all isContinue reading “It’s more than just coffee!”
Sick of Shiny
I am a collector of quotes. I like inspirational sayings, motivating verses, and passages that hit home. I have a whole Pinterest board related to them, as well as various and sundry clippings, post-its, and cut outs of gems that struck a chord. But sometimes I get sick of shiny. I don’t want to seeContinue reading “Sick of Shiny”
Amanda Herring, Writer 