Looking back on my childhood, I often wonder two things:
Was my mom smoking crack while I was growing up?
How did I survive my childhood?
I was encouraged to eat raw ground beef.
They’d buy it from the meat market, bring it home, and serve it to me on a spoon with sal
If you’re following me on Instagram, then you know that we have been undergoing a full-blown kitchen renovation. (Plus hallway, bathroom and family room.)
Things are almost finished, and I have SO MUCH I want to share with you (including some sweet before and after pics). But first, let me share
Big Hairy Dog passed away over a year ago at the age of 14. We loved him. He was a huge part of our lives, and saying goodbye was harder than I even imagined.
The kids have been begging for a dog for the last six months, but there are a million reasons why this isn’t a good idea.
Want to get rid of your muffin top?
If you’re anything like me, childbirth has done a number on your body. (You can read all about my changes here.)
Or – you haven’t given birth yet – but you like to eat Crisco straight out of the can.
Either way – I have a cure for you!
I try to invite people over every couple of weeks – mainly because it forces me to clean my house. But lately, even the promise of company coming hasn’t done much to motivate me in the cleaning department.
Luckily, I have a strategy that gets my house and me ready for company in 20 minutes or les
At the end of last year, goodnessknows challenged me to try something new in 2017. They want to
encourage and celebrate every attempt on the path to greatness because every try is a step to being your best.
Can we talk about how simple this sounded yet how hard it actually was?
My mind immedi
In our first Thanksgiving as a married couple, Even Steven and I hosted at our house. Several of his family members flew and drove from out-of-town to be with us. And at the ripe-old age of 22, I had no clue what I was doing.Even Steven and I got up at the crack of dawn to put the bird in the oven.I
In my sophomore year of college, I went to my first Halloween sorority/fraternity party.
Yes, I was in a sorority in college. Someday I’ll tell you the adorable story about how Even Steven was president of his fraternity, and I was president of my sorority. Oh – I guess I just did. The end.
I’m still recovering from my last week of camping and a stomach bug – not at the same time thankfully. I’m behind on the blog, but I thought this would be a good post to share with you today. I mean – seriously – the woman had Crisco in her camper!
My mom is visiting me this week, which is always