the farm

the farm

my itch for new scenery is at an all-time high. hunkiest thinks i’m in need of a vacation, but the over-emoting actress in me believes the only way to quiet the feisty ants in my linen knickers is to pack up, traverse the continent, and order new home address...
making a choice

making a choice

  yesterday morning: 2:50am. my sweet baby, aka jones, made the household decision it was time we all start our day. eyes were to remain avidly open and tails at a vigorous wag.  like freshman cadets, by oh-three-hundred-hours we were marching around the kitchen...
the grenade

the grenade

*WARNING: this post contains an obscene amount of name-dropping….it’s how i make myself feel important and popular……carry on.  holy laughing cow! be careful what you ask for katie. this weekend a grenade of inspiration exploded in my...
thou shall not……

thou shall not……

monday peace and love to you my kittens.  my sweet, hard-working, deep-feeling readers, did mr. weekend give you the reprieve you had so greatly needed and deserved? as of last friday, my heart had been vitamixed into a questions-unanswered smoothie determined to...