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It’s been a stressful week. Busy shopping week means busy work week with my writing job. (And the work schedule is not very conducive to Adri’s school schedule anyway). Then peak-order season with the gift shop (Which I’m definitely not complaining about…I just wish I’d have had more time to add some new items to the shop before now). And with a million other things to do around the house, to say I’m frazzled would be putting it mildly. Time always goes so fast and there’s never enough of it to do what you want.

Today was Adri’s Thanksgiving “feast” at school. And even though she was late (because of a mixup over when I should bring her since it wasn’t one of her regular school days), she made it – and with her pineapple contribution in tow. So there’s that at least.

But after having to go back home and work more before going back to the school for the feast, I had barely enough time to put myself together and definitely not enough time to shower first. I broke a bra and broke a nail in my haste…And I was still a few minutes late.

She didn’t mind though. She was excited to see me and have me try the fruit salad and buttered rolls they made this morning. (And it was yummy).

After eating and playing for a bit I had hope return thinking I could salvage some of the plans after all. The morning may have been a disaster but we could still make her teachers a nice, crafty, thank-you gift tonight to give them tomorrow at school…Until I was reminded when we were leaving that Adri doesn’t have school again until next week.

Defeated, I sighed when we got into the car to leave school and head to the grocery and said, “I’m sorry, monkey. I wish I could’ve been there for your whole day at school again like Halloween and that we weren’t always so rushed, but Mommy is just a bit of a mess lately”. Without hesitation she replied, “It’s okay mommy. We all have messes sometimes. I love you and your da best mommy”.

I could’ve broke down, but God knows if I did right now it might not stop. Sometimes I’m not really sure what I’m doing; Feeling pulled in a million directions and I think I’m doing everything wrong. But it’s little reassurances like that that tell me I must be doing something right.

I may have plenty of other things in mind that I want to do, but sometimes there’s just not enough time. And I have to remember that that’s ok. That my house work may get a little behind (or a lot) when I’m working two jobs and momming. And that sometimes our dinner won’t be completely homemade…or even semi-homemade for that matter. And that’s ok.

The important thing is that we are laughing together in our slightly (or extremely) messy house. That we are together enjoying our homemade, semi-homemade or not-at-all-homemade dinners together, that we’re always there for her when she needs us, and that her daddy and I love her bigger than the sky. Through grief, through chaos, through it all. That’s what it’s all about.

…And just to keep me from being too wishy-washy all day, she was a total ass in the grocery store afterward, So I guess it’s also about balance. 😜

But I am so thankful for the blessings in life (even the ones that don’t always seem like blessings at first). I appreciate the crazy, busy weeks. And I am so grateful for my family and for the love of this sweet little girl who, even at under the age of 4, understands that life can get chaotic, but it’s okay. As long as we have each other, it’s okay. And when we focus on that, it’s more than okay. It’s great. Chaotic, messy, busy, hopeful, fun, full of love, running-late, great. And if we can’t get all of that greatness to fit into one day, we’ll be hopeful, grateful, and blessed to be given tomorrow to give it another shot.

So in case I don’t get a chance to say it later this week when things are even more chaotic:  Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I hope your blessings are more than you can count…But I hope you’ll take a minute to stop and try to count them anyway.


❤ #grateful #thankful #blessed ❤

Thankful Grateful Blessed






9. Nine years. I am not sure how nine years of marriage have gone by so fast! 13 years together, A baby who is almost 3, And NINE years of marriage.

You can see a lot of ups and downs in 9 years; Share many laughs and tears. Adventures and lazy ways, Sunshine and cloudy days. Tough times and a riding high; I’ll take it all if you’re by my side. My rock, my reason, and my rhyme. You’re still the one after all this time. Be it good or bad we’re in it together. I love you today, tomorrow & forever…Forever & ever amen. #MyLobster

Aww he loves me ☺️

Aww he loves me ☺️

Also I noticed that the symbol of the ninth anniversary is pottery. Do you think this counts? 😁

A new throne for the King lol

A new throne for the King lol

Just kidding…Well kinda. We did need to get a new toilet because as you’ve likely seen on prior posts, this home renovation stuff just never ends. Hopefully by our 10th anniversary we will have it wrapped up lol.



It’s Paris Fashion Week – A time to not hold back on flashy fashion statements. And nothing says new, forward strides in fashion like summoning characters from 1980’s cult classics.

I’m considering going gelfling this spring too. 😉

I’m considering going gelfling this spring too, Kim 😉

Heist Ice Baby


Because I could never pass up an opportunity to remix a rap song…


Alright stop, collaborate and listen:

Wait, Ice is a thief and headed to prison???

They say that the cops grabbed a hold of him tightly,

After breakin’ into houses daily and nightly.

Will he ever stop? Yo, I don’t know –

It’s boosting the ratings of his show.

To the extreme he renovates like a vandal,

Lootin’ neighbors houses it was a scandal.

Secondhand, the decor in his room,

Cuz he snatched it up, even took their broom!

In trouble, as I play this dope melody,

Cuz VanWinkle’s facing a felony.

Love it or leave it, Hey the shit was free!

At least so he thought when he stepped on the scene.

If there’s a problem, Rob will solve it

Checking with the network, can they dissolve it?

“Heist Ice” baby, he’s plottin’ heists, Ice Baby…

Now that the apprentice is “Trumping”

And he’s back to his daily humping.

He’s quick to the point, or to the joint, no faking,

Because of all the loot that he’s been taking.

Steadily, as he crept in windows

chandeliers, tv’s and stereos

I guess he’s a thief, and I’m just a poet,

Old Suge’s up in prison yellin’ “don’t I know it!”

“Heist Ice” baby, He’s plottin’ heists, Ice Baby.

“Heist Ice” baby, He’s plottin’ heists, Ice Baby. …

This is his story about the premises and he's sticking to it

This is his story about the premises and he’s sticking to it


Love you Rob!! xox


Latest Projects: Burlap & Lace Wreath and Distressed Bedroom Furniture


Craft supplies are expensive. That’s not the point of this post. Just a point I want to iterate…and then reiterate. Craft supplies are expensive. Okay, now on to the point…

Adriana and I spent the day out shopping yesterday for Christmas craft and gift supplies. I got her her own Christmas little tree to decorate in hopes that it’ll dissuade her from touching the big one too much. We’ll see.

I was too eager to wait for the weekend to start anything so I made a burlap wreath last night…

My Burlap & Lace Wreath

My Burlap & Lace Wreath

I decided to add them to my Etsy shop too so if you’re interested you can order here.

Another project I’ve been wanting to accomplish at the new house was our bedroom furniture. We bought a nice cherry suite years ago and it was beautiful when our room was full of amber and red colors but when I changed the decor to a more natural palette and added teal to the mix, the cherry furniture just seemed to clash. I had an idea of what I wanted to do and set out to get chalk paint. I was at several stores searching for Annie Sloan paint before finally giving up. Both Home Depot and Michael’s now carry a brand of chalk paint called Americana Decor so I decided to give that a try instead.

After prepping a pot roast and tucking her into the oven to cook all day, I set in and started with the nightstand. I didn’t take an actual before picture so you’ll just have to go with what I could find lol.

I think it turned out pretty good.

And here’s the big dresser.

So much brighter!

Like I said, it wasn’t bad before but was just too dark and red for the bedroom now. I was going to sand and stain the top a color like the floor but The Hub liked the whole thing the same color so that’s what I did…

I love it!

Nightstand details

Nightstand details

The color I used for this project was ‘Whisper’. After applying the first coat I spot checked for areas that needed a second coat. I wanted to let some of the original darkness come through to aid in the weathered look so I didn’t do a full second coat overall. Once the second coated areas were dry, I applied the clear wax and then went over and gently sanded some areas (like corners and edges) with a fine-grit sand paper. From there I added a bit of dark wax to some of the distressed areas and then just sealed them all over again with clear wax.

I couldn’t be happier with the way the pieces turned out. And as far as the paint, I have no complaints. It was great to work with, dried quickly and seems pretty tough once waxed. If you’ve never used chalk paint before, just be warned that it dries very quickly so you want to keep moving and move steadily (especially when painting a larger surface) so it doesn’t start to dry on you and leave streaks or unevenness where you left off). Of course if you’re applying more than one coat then you can always blend it back in with your additional coat(s).  I am always leery when painting a piece without sanding and priming first but only time will tell. Although another good thing about this distressed look is that even if it gets a little more beat up than my intended distressing, it probably will only continue to make the piece look good. Win/win! 😉

I have a wooden jewelry armoire that I am planning to paint a more vibrant color soon too so stay tuned for that!


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Radio Silence


I swear Casey Kasem’s voice is tattooed into my memory. Every weekend listening to the music countdown and hearing that iconic voice introduce each song, read requests and dedications and a listener’s story (that usually left me in tears). It’s funny how things like that stick with you. I probably still have countless cassette tapes in storage that have that legendary voice and the top hits of that week on them. What a prehistoric seeming thing to do nowadays when any radio station or playlist you want is just a button away. Do they even make cassettes or tape-players anymore? Either way, music was my life starting at a very young age and DJ’s were a big part of that life for me. I remember all the words to Vanilla Ice’s “Ice, Ice, Baby” not because I’m a lyrical genius but because of the weekend one of the local DJ’s locked himself in the radio station and played that song over and over for the ENTIRE weekend. It may have gotten annoying after the 48th time hearing it but i’ll never forget it. I made many requests and dedications of my own growing up (though admittedly none for “Ice, Ice, Baby” after that one weekend) and I had some pretty awesome DJ’s to call upon.

It’s easy to take DJ’s for granted – cutting them off to skip to another channel or avoiding them altogether with an iPod playlist. But before the iPod revolution, back when it seemed like it took forever for the album to hit the shelves and you were up at 3:00 am, heartbroken and just needing to hear that song, who did you turn to? When you wanted to surprise someone with a flashback song from spring break during their drive home, who were you gonna call? When you and your girlfriends were laying around with magazines and face-mask, painting toenails or, when you were having a party, who could you count on to give you the perfect music to go along? It was your favorite DJ.

In a way DJ’s were timeless creatures. Forever preserved in the realm of radio. You don’t think of them as everyday people when you were listening to them growing up because you never saw them…They were just “that voice”. That voice that knew just what song to play for you no matter what your mood. The perfect love song. The perfect hate song. The perfect cleaning house song. And the perfect third date song. Songs of loss for all those grieving. Songs of praise and songs of leaving. The DJ’s I grew up listening to and those I listen to today all have special place in my heart. It’s as if they’re all long-time friends. They were there during so many of our special occasions. Back before Pandora hit the scene, DJ’s have been playing all your favorites and injecting their infectious personalities into your life; Taking your requests; Letting you rant (on-air); Helping you prank someone. You spend your weekend trips listening to them; Your morning and afternoon commutes are better when they’re riding along. You laugh and sometimes cry with them and you may even argue with them but no matter what, they’re there for your entertainment. There’s hundreds in every town across America and most will never make it to the “big leagues” of Casey Kasem or his protégées like Ryan Seacrest but they are all famous in their own right. Our secret collaborators – bringing us the songs that we link to so many different times in our life.

So next time you’re channel surfing take a minute to appreciate the voices before that music. The ones that know how to perfectly time their intro before the first words of the song start. The ones that have to listen to your favorite new song 20 times a day even if they don’t like it themselves. The ones who open up and make you laugh and do all they can to make your day better; Who give you pieces of them that become a familiar comfort. And the ones that have ever had to play the entire version of tracks like “Purple Rain” or “Stairway to Heaven” simply because they respected music enough to know not to cut off the song. They’re not just there for traffic and weather.

Thanks to all the voices out there that have brought me good music for the soundtrack to my life and RIP to the man who taught us how to count to 40 – backwards.

RIP Casey Kasem

RIP Casey Kasem


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Homemade Buttermilk Biscuits with Coconut Oil





Homemade Buttermilk Biscuits by The Write Side of Life

Homemade Buttermilk Biscuits by The Write Side of Life

I’ve been fearing one thing in my attempt to befriend baking of late….Biscuits. As anyone who knows will tell you, there is not much better than a perfect and airy hot biscuit right out of the oven with some jam. Unfortunately the last time I tried making homemade biscuits they were more like hockey pucks…well, I wouldn’t even give their rise that much credit. They were flat, dense rocks – Heavy and totally unappetizing. You could have completely soaked them in jam and they still would have been garbage. So it goes without saying that I have been pretty scared to dive into that pool again.

But I did.

Last night.

The Hub has been working weekends and we haven’t been able to sit down and have breakfast as a family for a while. So I thought it would be nice to take a stab at some homemade buttermilk biscuits that he could grab have before he leaves in the morning. So I got to work. There are so many things you have to remember when working with pastries or doughs – coldness is key, don’t overwork the dough, etc etc. And here’s the kicker: I made my own buttermilk too with lemon juice and apple cider vinegar and I used coconut oil instead of butter or lard. The Hub cautioned me against trying my own recipe when I hadn’t mastered the basic recipe yet. I worried he may be right but decided it was worth the gamble. I had already failed miserably at biscuits so it couldn’t get any worse right? Besides, if I was wrong I’d only be out some flour anyway and if I succeeded I could be the wicked genius that concocted them. (Muahahaha!) Well…it worked….they rose!


Hallelujah! Praise Jesus! He rose and so did my biscuits!!

They rose and they weren’t just fluffy and light they tasted amazing. We had to remind ourselves that we were just sampling and that they were for breakfast this morning so we didn’t eat them all. The Hub said they were the best he’s ever had.

My faith in biscuits: Restored.

Homemade Buttermilk Biscuit with Coconut Oil Recipe by The Write Side of Life

Homemade Buttermilk Biscuit with Coconut Oil Recipe by The Write Side of Life






My Crafty Valentine

My Crafty Valentine

I hope all of you had a wonderful Valentine’s Day. And if you believe it’s just another “Hallmark holiday” then I hope you at least scored some half-off candy afterward! 😉

The Hub surprised me with flowers and a gift for Valentine’s Day and a night off from cooking. The baby and I contemplated what to make for him. So we made a card and a bouquet for him too. Only his was made of bacon….

A bacon bouquet for The Hub

A bacon bouquet for The Hub

Then, after dinner we made some works of art.

I started with a painted canvas and added some buttons for one letter and painted the other. The other letters were up to Adri.

For this one I started with a painted canvas and added some buttons for one letter and painted the other. The remaining two letters were up to Adri.

Did you really think a holiday would pass where I didn’t do a hand and feet craft?!

This one is for her room

This one is for her room

And (after laying out a drop cloth) we turned her loose to paint a canvas for our bedroom too….

For this project I taped the word "love" to a canvas

For this project I taped the word “love” to a canvas

She was very specific about which colors she wanted too….

Picking her paint

Picking her paint

And by the time she was done you could hardly tell which was the canvas!

Good art is always messy

Good art is always messy

But it turned out absolutely perfect…

This makes a beautiful addition to our bedroom

This makes a beautiful addition to our bedroom

The meaning of Valentine’s Day is love and I think we did a pretty good job of celebrating that together. We are blessed to have so much love in this house…And now we have two more reminders. 🙂

Now we have even more love in our home

Now we have even more love in our home…

…If that's even possible :)

…If that’s even possible 🙂

Welcome to Sochi


So all these photos and stories of the deplorable conditions and social atmosphere in Sochi for the Winter Olympics really has me scratching my head.

The Write Side of Life, Sochi Olympics has me Scratching My Head

I mean don’t they have a board of people who choose these locations YEARS in advance?! So

1) How are these conditions just now coming up? and;

Sochi Joke, Olympics [The Write Side of Life]

2) How does probably the most unwelcome and anti-gay place in the world get enough votes to host the biggest spectacle of men’s figure skating? 

Men's Figure Skating Sochi Olympics  [The Write Side of Life]