I think this may be the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. I have a no consumables rule for the bathroom. Not a coke with a lid, not a cup of coffee–nothing that will later touch my lips is entering the bathroom. Am I OCD about this or is everyone this way? Source: http://ift.tt/1izGqBw Follow me on Facebook at http://ift.tt/1p3Z1ebRead More →

  So, I love sending people articles I find (which is why I’m going to be adding more of those here) but I’m picky about how they look. I don’t share from feedly because it creates a big word regurgitation that no one will want to read. I like pocket, because it provides previews and I can even share quotes. But, even I recognize how ridiculous it is to send something to pocket only to find it and share it later. Let’s ease back on the OCD, shall we? And so I discovered this. It’s beautiful, neat, and it encourages others to go to theRead More →

  I’ve mentioned my love of coffee mugs, I think. (I’ve recently discovered spicy chai tea, years after everyone else). Internet, how could you not tell me? Anyway, I may have also mentioned I live in the middle of nowhere. While I do a lot to keep the internet shopping economy healthy, I still love when I get the chance to go to “the big city” and do some shopping. The last time I went to the doctor, my husband and I hit up the fabulous Farmer’s Market and then The Home Goods Store for a fresh coffee mug (like you do). See? I honestlyRead More →

Today, at Sam’s, a little girl (after conferring with her grandmother) walked up to my daughter here and asked, "Are you a Disney Princess?" My daughter smiled hugely and said, "Yes." The little girl beamed and shyly said, "Hi." I love this chick I call mine. via Flickr http://flic.kr/p/nn5jBCRead More →

Why do toothaches always happen on the weekend? It’s like some cruel joke to ensure maximum suffering. Or maybe the searing pain in my mouth is making me cranky. via Flickr http://flic.kr/p/nmfyCBRead More →

My youngest daughter, rocking this look. (She rocks all the looks. And everyone likes her. Between the social misfittery of her sister and me, it’s one of those eye-roll moments. "Yes, yes. Everyone loves P. Can we move on?" I’m proud of who she is, but it’s reached cliche proportions.) But, yes. Rocking the look. Clearly because her father contributed DNA. Or something. She didn’t get it from me. via Flickr http://flic.kr/p/njG7ftRead More →

  Occasionally, I allow the internet as a whole (or my 8 readers, to be specific) to be privy to actual conversations that occur in my home. Here is one, with my husband from Easter Sunday: H: “Where is my bunny?” Me: “I couldn’t find any this year.” (I left out that I didn’t begin shopping for candy until Friday afternoon but he’s aware of that, it just likely falls under the category of Things my wife says that I actually respond to but later swear to no prior knowledge.) H: “You always get me a bunny.” (He likes to dip them in peanut butter,Read More →

Last night, I grabbed this small, decorative box I keep beside my chair in the living room to search for my lip balm. (Soft, non-chapped lips are a requirement to my being comfortable.) The box had grown rather full, so I just started pulling things out. The box is to hold the little minutiae that I may need at any given time, that I need regularly enough that I don’t want to search for it when I need it. These are the office supplies I pulled out. Four highlighters, two Sharpies, a pair of scissors, a pad of blue Post-Its, three pencils, and approximately seventeenRead More →

Now, if What You Need became a movie I can see the story expanding a bit or it’d be one of those artistic, erotic shorts. I could get a little creative with color tones for something like that. The biggest question is who would play Royce and Veronica?Read More →

In the last few months, though, I’ve started to feel a little discomfort. Writing is highly personal. I’m not saying I act out the risque scenes in my novels at all, but I do fill every sentence with a bit of my soul. And that, for me, is far more personal. Do I really want to deal with people being able to climb inside my head that way? Not people, reader people or other writers–they get it. But, say, those I come in contact with at work or who attend church with me.Read More →