Recently Princess Pea picked up a horrible “word”. Every time she says it, it sets me on edge. I am swift to respond, though. Every time she says “shut-up” I jump in and tell her an alternative statement, like “zip it” or “please be quiet” or “shush”. But even with all these alternative words, she… Continue reading Words, words, words
I mentioned in a previous post about my hardships that I have been going through lately. One of the big ones has been employment. Long story short, Superman and I realized it would be smart (and helpful) if I could find a job this school year to help with finances. Thus began this wonderous journey… Continue reading Molten Rocks and Crafts
During my first semester at CSU, I got out especially early after an exam. As I walked through campus back to my apartment, I embraced the beauty of the mid fall day. The sun was shining, the sky was a brilliant blue, and the leaves were yellow, red, and orange. I was completely enjoying nature,… Continue reading Aren’t We All Christians?
My blogging has been sporadic lately mostly because I’ve been in the middle of some heavy trials I don’t want to publish all the nitty gritty details of them, but today, I felt as though I needed to get this out there. Since summer, I feel like I have had a steady constant flow of… Continue reading Satan is a Real Jerk
I’ve given tidbits about my pregnancy with Princess Pea before, but I don’t think I’ve shared this story . It was a week before school started when I found out I was pregnant , but I was determined to finish school .With my due date in the middle of the semester, I realized I needed… Continue reading Is it a Good Thing, or a Bad Thing?
When I was a teenager, every weeknight went the same way. I would finish homework, eat the dinner my mom made, then watch TV with my family. At 8pm, my favorite show would come on: Diagnosis Murder. I would watch until the 8:30 commercial break. At this point, I would go to the freezer and… Continue reading Diagnosis Memory
As a child with strict parents, asking my parents for permission was one of the most dreaded actions. The walk to my parents was filled with nerves, apprehension, and anxiety, as well as understanding that the answer was most likely going to be “no”. I remember asking to sleep over at a friend’s house, the… Continue reading When the Answer is No…