baby renata sleeping on her uncle johns chest while they lay on the couch

The Life and Times of my Uncle John

I have no idea why I keep thinking about my Uncle John this week, but he keeps popping into my head. His birthday is in December, so I know that’s not the reason. In fact, his birthday is actually December 24th, so you know that he gets jipped out of all of the birthday shenanigans.  It’s possible that it’s due to the fact that an … Continue reading The Life and Times of my Uncle John

several rows of umbrellas that look like flowers hanging in the sky

Sunday Scribblings #96 – Umbrella

Happy Sunday, everyone! Every Wednesday, blogging buddy Aaron over at The Confusing Middle posts a “Sunday Scribblings” prompt for other bloggers to ponder and respond to on the following Sunday. If you’re a blogger looking for more inspiration, I highly recommend jumping in and joining in on the fun! This week’s prompt is: Umbrella! Because of my recent dental surgery (tweet about it below), general … Continue reading Sunday Scribblings #96 – Umbrella

woman in dentists chair with dentist using dental apparatus in her mouth

Sunday Scribblings #95 – Dentist

Happy Sunday, everyone! Every Wednesday, blogging buddy Aaron over at The Confusing Middle posts a “Sunday Scribblings” prompt for other bloggers to ponder and respond to on the following Sunday. If you’re a blogger looking for more inspiration, I highly recommend jumping in and joining in on the fun! This week’s prompt is: Dentist! If you’re a regular here at my blog, you know that … Continue reading Sunday Scribblings #95 – Dentist

woman laying in bed holding mug that says "morning, pumpkin"

How I Know That I’m a Morning Lark

You know how they say that the secret to figuring out what you love is going back to your childhood and thinking about what your uninhibited self did? For me, that’s falling asleep nice and early. As a young person, I would often fall asleep on tables at restaurants when I went out to dinner with my parents. I’m not kidding. At most dinners, eventually … Continue reading How I Know That I’m a Morning Lark