A fond jaunt down memory lane finds me nineteen and naive

In June, The Hubs and I will be celebrating our eleventh wedding anniversary.  September marks thirteen years since we started dating.  This, of course, begs the question how I’m old enough to have been with the same guy for thirteen years.  Impossible, because...

A girl between two novels

I’m like, the silent observer these days. So, here’s what’s been distracting me as of late: The Toddler got a piece of paper stuck in his ear The Toddler got a plastic wrapper stuck in his nose I started writing the sequel to Random Contemporary I...

Just like me when I was pregnant, we’re at 200!

Yeah, when I was pregnant with The Preschooler, I gained a horrific amount of weight and tipped the scales at 200 pounds.  When I got to the hospital, the first thing they made me do was get on a scale which…I don’t know, seemed somewhat unfair.  Hey, your...

Take that, Productivity! Random Contemporary is finished!

In a stunning display of time management, I blew my previously heralded deadline of “finishing Random Contemporary by the end of the month” out of the water and finished it Sunday night.  Here’s what I’ve been doing since then: light editing...

Tandem parenting and other weekend notes

I was called a fast talking Yankee yesterday.  It was probably true. Here in the slums of Western Pennsylvania, the weather has morphed from gray skies and nonstop snow to gray skies and nonstop rain.  Statistically speaking, it’s always overcast here. ...

It’s a blog-a-versary! Let’s jam.

Happy two-year anniversary, Rambling Jour!  Two years ago…yesterday…I started writing, with a really lame post that no one read.  How far we’ve come!  I mean, sometimes I still write lame posts.  But, at least occasionally people read them....

Writing from the asylum

I have a board on Pinterest called Smiles, which started out as a nice little board with nice little inspirational sayings.  Somehow it’s morphed into a board of pins that make me laugh so hard, I weep.  Literally.  The other night, when I should have been in...

I laugh in church. Loudly.

Week One.  LJ Idol.  Buckle your seatbelts. Jayus–From Indonesian, a joke so poorly told and so unfunny that one cannot help but laugh. Back in the dark annals of history, I was the Baptist minister’s daughter.  I went to youth group.  I was on the youth...