The Mister

Nearly 4 years ago I went on what I called a “Friendship Interview”.  I had just gotten out of a bad relationship and was looking to find some new friends.  I was pretty isolated in my previous relationship and most of my time was spent holed up in the apartment with my ex.  After we broke things off, I found myself lonely and without many friends.  Thus, the friendship interview.  This was back when myspace was still a “thing”, and so I searched on there for young people around my age in my area.  I’ve always gotten along better with guys, so I messaged a couple of guys that looked like we might share some interests, and I thought maybe it would be a few new people to hang out with. 

Eddie was one of those people.  We emailed back and forth for a few days, then he asked me to get coffee at a local diner.  The few friends I did talk to referred to this as a date, but I insisted it wasn’t… I was simply meeting someone to determine if I wanted to be friends with them or not… FRIENDSHIP INTERVIEW! 


Well, turns out the interview went well… a year and a half later, we were married. 


It sounds so cheesy and cliche to say, but my husband truly is my best friend.  In fact, he’s the best friend I’ve ever had (except for my mom, she always trumps all… sorry, dude!).  Sure, we have our disagreements from time to time, like any relationship or friendship would, but the good times are primarily where things are at. 


Our relationship and our marriage hasn’t always been cake–it’s hard work sometimes to deal with all the punches life throws, but we’ve been blessed to have been able to find our complementing partner in crime.  We work well together because we do what we can to make the other happy and we’re a damn good team! (Or maybe it’s because I’m bossy and he’s cooperative, I’m not sure!)





Happy Hooker

Quite a few years ago I decided I wanted to learn how to crochet.  I was maybe 16 years old and thought it would be a good hobby to pick up.  I grabbed a couple books from the library (this was before people really went to youtube to learn how to do any and every thing!), got some yarn and a hook, and tried to learn.  Turns out, I created my own technique, which is not in fact how one actually crochets, but I was able to make scarves, nonetheless.  Though they weren’t very pretty.  A few years after that, one of my aunts was visiting and she taught me the correct way to crochet… it was much easier (and prettier!) to do it that way!  For years I only made scarves and only knew about 2 stitches.  Then I decided it was time to branch out, and I made an effort to learn how to read patterns and actually make things that were not only useful, but gorgeous!  Why I waited so long to learn, I have no idea!  I made baby blankets for friends, hats, scarves, bags, even little stuffed animals! 

Here and there I considered also learning how to knit.  I would give it a try from time to time, but I just couldn’t figure it out… it seemed so much harder than crocheting.  With crochet, you only have to worry about one hook and one loop at a time… knitting, you have to hold on to two things, and there’s way more loops!  Last fall though, I decided I would take a class and finally learn how to knit!  It was a 5-week course, for 2 hours each week, and sure enough, I was finally able to learn some basics! 


^My vey first-ever knitting project!


^We also learned how to cable, which was really neat (and not really hard!)

There’s no denying that knit items are beautiful, they definately are… but they just take SO much longer than crochet does, to me!


I’ve been working on this darn thing for several weeks (I’m farther along than this now, but not anywhere near being done!)  Again, definately very pretty, but so time consuming!  Crochet, on the other hand, I feel like I can get beautiful results in a much shorter amount of time!  Yesterday, for example, I pumped out this beauty in just a few hours:


I’ll probably still knit from time to time, but I’ve decided that crochet is really just more my thing!

Things My Mother Taught Me (Vol 1)

Last April I lost my sweet mom.  I use that expression, but really, I dislike it greatly.  I didn’t “lose” her.  It’s not like she went missing, she died.  And just because she died doesn’t mean that I “lost” pieces of her.  I see her every day, in some way, even though it’s not in physical form.  Every day something will happen, or I’ll see something, or something will cross my mind, and I’m transported back to a time when I did that very thing with my mom, or maybe it’s something I would have called to tell her about, but most often, I’m doing something that she proudly taught me how to do. 

I’ve been thinking about items for this series for a few days, but reading a friend’s blog yesterday gave me the extra push to get it going.  I met this friend my freshmen year of high school, when I foolishly thought that being in the marching band would be fun (long practices in 100 degree heat in the summertime… NOT FUN…  Additionally, we wore something called “Cat Suits”.  THOSE ARE NEVER FUN.)  She keeps a blog about what her life is like now that she has a son.  I appreciate her honest words, and I find myself chuckling at a lot of the stories.  But yesterday’s blog post was one that didn’t make me chuckle, it made me cry.  But not in a bad way.  You can read her entry here:

She wrote to her son about the importance of books and what they’ve meant to her her whole life.  She also said that long after she’s gone from this world, if he reads some of her favorites, he will find her between the pages.  I thought that was such a beautiful statement, and so true.

I’ve been working on a 101 in 1001 list for a little while now (I will link to this at the top of the blog, eventually!), and since I’ve been working on that, I haven’t made additional goals for each new year.  This year, however, I decided I was going to work on about a dozen other goals in addition to my 101 list.  At the top of that list was to read again.  I wouldn’t say that I ever stopped reading, but in the last 10 years or so, I’ve significantly gotten away from it.

Growing up, my mom read to me before I could even speak.  I had shelves and shelves of books growing up–heck, we had a whole room in our house that we called “The Library” because it was wall to wall bookshelves!  Books were a huge love of my mom’s and something that she passed down to me as well.  When we would take achievement tests in school I always tested above and beyond my classmates, and when we had school reading requirements for at-home reading, I always far-exceeded them.  I loved to read!  I can remember many a snow day from school when my mom and I would each sit in a recliner in our family room and read our own chapter books.  We would “race” to see who would finish their chapter first (I usually won–funny, kids chapters are usually smaller than grown-up chapters!).  As I got older and we had Accelerated Reader (AR) requirements, I always blew the requirements out of the water.  We usually had to read roughly 2 books a quarter… and I would read those two in less than a week.  I had so many AR points that probably the whole class could have borrowed mine to meet their requirement! 

I also started collecting my own books as I got older.  I would always get some new ones for Christmas and birthdays, but once I had my own apartment in college, I was hitting up as many used book sales as possible!  $3 for 30+ books?  Yes please!  I envisioned having my own home one day where I, too, would fill the walls with bookshelves and have my own library!  Despite owning gobs and gobs of books, I was not reading them with the vigor I once was… college and my social life took up a lot of my time, and my books got pushed aside.  I still kept a lengthy “to-be-read” list, with high hopes that one day I’d put a dent in it.  A college friend keeps a book blog of the MANY books she reads, and I get a lot of my TBR list from her book reviews (you can find her online at )

I didn’t realize it until after reading that blog yesterday, but I think I want to return to reading as a way to keep my mom close to my heart.  Just like Kim told her son he would find her between the pages of her favorite books, I imagine that I, too, will find my mom among the pages of the books I read.  Like I said, I didn’t “lose” her when she died, I find little pieces of her all over the place, and while those little pieces will never fill the gaping hole in my heart, they do work to stitch up the hole, slowly, a little bit at a time. 

New Year, New Blog

I’ve been a half-assed blogger for several years now… in fact I kept an “online diary” starting over 12 years ago, before they were even called BLOGS.  It was neat to write my thoughts out anonymously and be able to share them with other anonymous people on the site and get feedback.  I’m actually still friends today with one of the very first people I met on a diary site way back in the 20th century!  But of course as times change, sites change, and I’ve jumped from site to site.  I still appreciate the sense of community that diary sites have, and I’ve made some good friends from those places… but I’ve also branched outside of them and created blogs for the whole world to have a peek at if they choose.  I was pretty consistent in keeping up a weight-loss blog for several years that detailed my struggles and triumphs with the scale.  I posted recipes, progress pictures, etc, and it was great meeting others that were also going through some of the same things.  I eventually became bored with that blog though, and felt like I was only sharing a small portion of who I was with my readership.  My whole life wasn’t weight watchers and exercise, but my whole blog was.  I’ve not blogged there in quite some time, and I think I’ll just let it collect dust on the internet until I get around to deleting it and its’ contents. 

So that brings me to here.  One of my goals for this year was to start a new blog, one that detailed more about my life, hobbies, interests, etc.  A place where I can update friends and family about what’s going on in our household, as well as a place where I can keep in touch with long-time online friends.  I wanted a place where I could post goofy pictures of ourselves or our pets, blog about some of my craft projects (and obsession with Pinterest!), and just do whatever it is I wanted to do, without feeling restricted to only post on weight-loss stuff.  There may be some of that here too, but it will just be one of the layers that I peel away and share about on here.

When I was trying to think of a blog name, nothing automatically came to mind.  My last blog had a catchy little rhyming name that was appropriate for the type of blog it was, but I couldn’t think of anything right away for this place.  I was brainstorming with my husband the other day, while curled up in my big comfy chair with our two dogs, and I first suggested “24 legs”, because that is how many legs are actually in our household (with 2 dogs, 3 cats, and 2 humans, it adds up!).  He didn’t really go for that, so my next suggestion was “3 b*tches in a chair”, since that was obviously the next route to go down… again, vetoed.  So, I came up with this one on my own, without seeking his approval.  One of my life’s principals–don’t ask, because then you can’t be told no.  (So, mister, this is the blog, hope you like it!  I think it’s better than the 3 b*tches in a chair idea anyway!)