Long-time readers of Archives of Our Lives might recall that my husband, Poor Kyle, is missing his three front teeth. Here’s how the story goes: Poor Kyle was in fourth grade (Grade 4, Canadians!). He had a bike. He was riding … Continue reading
Remember that time a few weeks ago, when my sister and I decided to give our mom a kitchen/great room makeover for Mothers’ Day? {You can read the entire saga, in order, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here, … Continue reading
Friends, I have an announcement. This is big. I’m really excited. Starting this month, I will be joining a myriad/of/people/in/the/world who DON’T USE SHAMPOO! It’s the no ‘poo movement, and I’m hopping on board. It started out like this: I … Continue reading
I sort of think it’s funny to write “To Be Continued” posts when the outcome is obvious either way. In fact, I’ve sort of tossed around a long-term (maybe stretched out over a few months) dramatic re-telling of how Poor … Continue reading
***Posted along with Sprite’s Keeper’s Spin Cycle, the theme of which this week is “Saying ‘I Love You.’” Swing by the blog for more of the lovey-est dovey-est posts on the internet.*** Poor Kyle and me, Circa 2006. We’re standing … Continue reading
I’m back in Canada now, where I live permanently (until we fall into riches and can become snowbirds, that is). I spent Friday evening flying from Phoenix to Canada, but moments before my dear friend took me to Sky Harbor, … Continue reading
Normally, on an average day of evening blog reading, my Google™ Reader “inbox” will have around 30 updated posts. Last night when I went to sleep, my Google™ Reader looked like this: Eighty—bad, right? Tonight, as I lay my aching … Continue reading