I’m just gonna say it:
Four years ago, we spent our first night in our house. Even though it was summer and we didn’t have an air-conditioner, I covered up from head to toe in a blanket because I just knew some creature was going to crawl out of the walls and chew on me.
For the first several months, I was afraid to live in our foreclosure. The place smelled musty, the carpet had weird stains and since few of our light fixtures worked, the place got really dark when the sun went down.
To help me cope with the fear, I devised a small plan of attack and shared it on the blog. May you find my tips helpful in your own creepy house.
I’m just gonna say it:
I’m sort of afraid of my house.
It’s actually not too bad during the day…it’s when it gets…
Permission to be transparent today?
I was really good at tennis in high school.
Really, really good.
But I sucked at competition.
Really, really sucked.
I could happily slam a ball back and forth all day, but the minute someone would say “Hey, let’s keep score!” I’d turn into an emotional, anxious wreck.
Competition, it turns out, has never motivated me. It kills the fun in the things I love to do and makes me want to give up.
Competition anxiety is why I lost to a girl once with a twisted ankle and a sprained wrist who swatted at the ball like she was swatting a fly. She beat me 6-2, 6-0. In fact, I lost all but 2 games my entire high school career, and to be honest I’m not even sure how I managed to win those.
Still, I’ve always had a deep desire to accomplish something great. Something Martha Stewart-great or,…
Did you know that today is National Honesty Day?
(Really, who comes up with all these days?)
This morning I was poking around Facebook and stumbled across a discussion on Moore Organized Mayhem about the delicate balance of having a sailor’s mouth and being a mom.
Poor sailor moms. That must be tough.
Unfortunately, for those of you who are non-cussers, I cuss a lot.
I think it’s because I live in west Texas where it’s windy and dusty and really windy with really hot and dusty wind.
That’s enough to stir up some choice words, right?
Growing up, we were a “shit” and “damn” kind of household meaning those were acceptable words for releasing frustration. My sisters and I also liked calling each other “butthead” because every kid who watched The Wonder Years called their siblings “butthead.”
Now, had we been homeschooled or something, these three words would have been the entirety of our cussing repertoire.…
It was just another Thursday and I was draped over a toilet scrubbing away at the baseboards thinking to myself,
I am so happy right now.
For those of you who don’t know what I do, I run a small business called The Handywoman where I provide domestic services such a house cleaning, organization, meal preparation or whatever my clients need/want to make their house feel more like home.
Good ol’ blue collar work.
I was made for it.
Working with my hands has always brought me great pleasure and fulfillment, but for the longest time I felt like I could never make it my career.
Growing up, I got good grades and paid attention in class. Doing this earned me the title of Most Likely to Succeed. What people didn’t know, however, was that I hated going to school. I enjoyed my friends and activities, but the only place I ever wanted to be was…
Since it’s Love Day, I cannot pass up the opportunity to share the love with all of you fantastic friends and readers. I am so touched that you take the time to stop by my little corner of the internet.
[Please accept this virtual heart-shaped cupcake.]
Blogging is such a great invention. It’s journaling I can stick to, and it’s always fun going back and looking at the memories Mr. Smith, the cats and I have made over the past 3 years.
Not only have my longtime friendships deepened, but I’ve gained new friendships with random but fabulous strangers from all over the world because of blogging.
Sometimes, though, I feel lost in the big crowd that is the Blogosphere and wonder if my time and efforts will ever pay off. (I might have even used the words “give up” this week. Shhhhhh.)
It’s during these times that Baby Girl gives me the stink eye…