Women Who Eat Chocolate

"I must take issue with the term 'a mere child', for it has been my invariable experience that the company of a mere child is infinitely more preferably to that of a mere adult."  ~Fran Lebowitz~ Do any of you out there in blog-land have teenagers?  How they got to this big old age is beyond me.  They were once so tiny and utterly dependent on us.  Their eyes would follow us around the room and cry if we left it. So many frustrations abounded when they were little.  The time that was once ours was spent sopping up soggy diapers, and applying desitin to sore bottoms. Eyes of people with no kids that glared at  you in the store when they would wail for candy. Sneaking stealthily out the door so their haughty stares wouldn't bore a hole in your back. Once you become a parent you never look back. You raise them with the greatest of intentions, point their eyes and hearts in the right direction, then you just let go and pray.  The fierceness you feel as a ...

Have you ever seen those cars that fly down the road, you know the ones, that are piled high with snow?  This morning,  I gingerly walked through the slush, taking care not to get my pink and red striped pajama pants wet , and hopped in the car. I was taking the kids to school ( finally !).  Hunter had started the car for me, bless his heart, so that some of snow and ice would melt off.  Now, our driveway is a nightmare.  A good three feet of snow covers the narrow path that we park in, which is as we speak, turning to slush.  I'm not the kind of person that has ever had my car in a garage.  In the almost twenty years we've been married not one of our cars has ever seen the warmth of a garage .  We're always hacking and chipping away two feet of snow off the windshield, and using long-handled brooms to sweep the snow off the car roof or hood. We're snow hoodlums . This morning I told the kids we are leaving early so we can take a few attempts at g...

 I have never had cabin fever.  The kids have missed 5 1/2 out of the last 9 days of school -- ALL snow days.  The snow is now higher than my porch, and STILL I am not sick of the powdery goodness.  I've heard tell that the Farmer's Almanac is calling for a monster storm by the end of February, which yes, is next week. They are saying that it could top 20 inches.  This would make me surrounded by about 5 feet of snow.  I think I'm embracing the goodness.  All the more cozy to watch the Winter Olympics -- which by the way are struggling to keep good snow on the ground.  I'm sitting here at my comp staring out the window at the blowing white stuff.  It's only lightly flurrying right now, but just won't let up.  On my mind this morning is my Belle.  I've just been thinking about her future after college, and the tools she will need to get where she wants to go.  I've always been a little more of a lenient parent, strict when I n...

The second round of snow madness started this morning, bright and early. Steady snow is piling up and I can no longer make out the lines of my backyard. It's all swirly and drifted with peaks. I'm loving it because it gives me the chance to stay put and finish my projects. What projects, you ask? This Friday Feb. 12 & 13 I'm doing a Home & Garden show with Amish Country Living in Ashland, OH. Check out the info right here . I've been working hard trying come up with some relevant items to sell. I haven't truly "made" things in awhile. I've gathered, gleaned, and slapped on paint to some lovely old junk. I'm actually creating a few things. I'm excited for this venture--we'll see how it goes. Can't wait to visit and and sell with my fellow ACL teammat es, Tina Lawver and LeeAnn Miller . Should be big fun.

We're snowed in! I heard the term "Snowpocalypse" from my friend Tina Lawver -- and boy does it fit. Over 24" of snow has been dumped on my world since Friday afternoon. I'm loving every minute of it. The beauty it has created is sometimes just astonishing. I'm so glad I went to the store to stock up on milk and bread. We've been eating, sleeping, and looking out the window. George shoveled a path, but the there is so much more we don't know where to go with it. He didn't know what he signed up for when he married me and moved to Ohio.