I don’t get flowers on Valentine’s Day. Ever. I am never one of the gals at work who has her cubicle filled with the scent of a dozen roses. I don’t get chocolates or receive singing telegrams. If it weren’t for the other folks that make such a buzz on this day, I’d probably...
I started my training yesterday. I have 12 weeks to prepare for the half-marathon, and while I have been running a bit here and there, it is time to put my game-face on. It’s a minimalist sport: just lace up the shoes, pile on the clothes, and head outside. However, it was 28...
Dear Ms. Whitney Houston, While my heart is breaking for the loss the music world suffered on Saturday, my soul rejoices that you are finally free. No longer are you tormented by the things of this world. No longer are you weighed down by the pressures and expectations of celebrity status. No longer will...
Heidi and I have another date with 13.1 miles on May 6 in Lincoln. We are looking forward to it. I was planning on writing a New Year’s post about inviting the Momaha readers to join us, but the race was full by the end of December. Sad face. (Let me know if...
Seven days. That’s how long it’s been since I have touched my eyebrows. I must admit that I almost have a panic attack every time I look in the mirror, but I am going to stay strong. I can wait another three weeks. Since I was old enough to be teased about my...
Aside from the four months during the summer of 2010, I have not worked a 40-hour work week since becoming a mother. As you know, we are getting out of debt. A sure fire way to help tackle that debt involves this mama adding a day to her work week. (Gulp!) So, if you see me...
I am sure many of your are curling up with your new e-readers after this holiday season. I am not. But it is by choice. Don’t get me wrong, I have no qualms with e-readers. While I prefer a physical book in my hand, I would welcome this fancey gadget. No, my lack of...
I am trying desperately to learn the etiquette of being a good neighbor. After five years of living out in the country with neighbors a half-mile away on either side, our family had to learn what it means to live as civilized human beings again. -Gotta buy halloween candy -Gotta mow sooner than just...
If you know me, you know I love to read. I love books. I love the library. I couldn’t believe that when we moved to Waverly, our little town had no library of it’s own. Yet. But that’s another post. But last Monday, I was flabbergasted at what my boys showed me on display at...
Yelling, Whining, Screaming. Crying, Stomping, Surrender. These are the stages of Daniell family Christmas photos. I have not sent out a Christmas card since 2008. That was the last year the children allowed me to pick out their clothes. We all matched and looked quite adorable. It has been a downhill slide into the depths of photographic...
