dear diary…i survived preschool

— September 09, 2016

dear diary…i survived my last kid going to preschool. Well, at least the initial first week of preschool. I doubt that I am out of the woods yet and I still see tears in my future, but I was able to stuff them way deep down this week and I will take it….


dear diary…life’s puzzle pieces

— June 20, 2016

Here’s a Dear Diary that started a few weeks ago, but took a while to make it to “print”… Dear Diary…It’s one of the first warm mornings in our spring world and probably the only one for a bit longer. Yesterday was warm and today is supposed to be cold again. I can…


dear diary…don’t tell anyone…

— May 19, 2016

Dear diary…don’t tell anyone. This is between you and me. With as much trouble as I caused to my own hair over the last few months in a series of bad hair procedures, you would think I would not even dare to touch my hair again for a while. But, I am The…


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dear diary…I’m officially losing it

— May 05, 2016

Well, dear diary, I think I created you in the nick of time. The same night that I put you into place and wondered about the sanity of my decision, I woke at 1:12 am with this chant running through my head, “I want potatas, not those rutabagas”. Then I proceeded to giggle…


dear diary…my brain is fried

— May 03, 2016

My brain is fried. It is smoking. I think that if we could see it, the outside of it would be as black and crispy as my favorite campfire marshmallows. This may turn out to be a terrible idea and I may wonder what in the world I was thinking in a few…