In my former life [as a normal adult with a job in a city with friends and family], I was quite the happy homemaker. I owned my own house. If you are new around these parts, you may not know how much I absolutely loved my house. I wrote about it HERE, but honestly. I
I was eating lunch with a friend last week and explaining this weird phenomenon that has occurred here in Nashville. Prepare yourself for this shocker: People aren’t dying to be friends with me. I know that sounds weird, but stick with me. I guess what I mean is that on the short list of skills
Aside from a long evening worrying about the future of our nation, Thursday was good. Melanie and I shopped around the boutiques of Nashville. [And though I didn’t buy anything, I definitely know what to look for at Target and TJ Maxx today.] We ate lunch with some FUNNY people whom I’m going to love
I’m not smart enough to risk making a statement that might make you mad. But I watched the VP debate tonight and have thoughts. I do love that Biden mentioned Scranton. [Everyone loves to give props to Scranton. Myself included.] And to be fair, Sarah Palin is cute as a button. So. One very wise
This week features one totally awesome picture. And then some others. This Saturday at a wedding, we asked our Pastor Tom to take a group picture for us. Well done. [The guy on my right, Jules, looks creepy/cool in this picture. If you can’t find me, I’m in a flowery dress standing very strange.] Well
I was going to blog when I got back to Nashville yesterday. But my fingertips were throbbing. I couldn’t type or unbutton things or make toast. Ok, actually. I could make toast. But it hurt. But it was delicious. I love toast. My fingertips were throbbing because I chewed my nails to pieces on the
#1. HUGGING. I don’t HATE hugging. I just don’t choose it as my primary display of affection. I have had more interesting conversations and emails this weekend regarding people feeling awkward about hugging me. It’s been hilarious. Let me clarify- it’s okay to hug me. I will probably hug you. It’s just not my FAVORITE
Of all the love languages, how I give and receive love, I score lowest on physical touch. Well, I take that back. I think I probably score lower on acts of service because I’m lazy. But I think I was feeling particularly giving the day I took the test, so physical touch came in last.
Note from your blogista: today’s post is brought to you by my favorite 12 year old friend, Anne. She takes beautiful pictures of delicious things. And now I’m hungry. Leave her a comment and let her know what you think of this recipe. Much love, bloggites! -Annie TWICE BAKED SWEET POTATOES 3 large sweet potatoes 2 oz cream cheese 2
