What Do You Mean, We’re Not Married?!

Twelve years of marriage, missing?

Twelve years of marriage, missing?

I swear to God, my life resembles a bad sitcom at times.

And yesterday was totally one of those times.

Wolf and I, despite being married for over twelve years, never bothered to get a copy of our marriage certificate. Let me explain, for those who may have a different process where they live.

We got our marriage licence, his uncle performed the wedding. Continue reading

Decluttering?! HELP!

Not my kid. Honest.

Not my kid. Honest.

Ok, folks.

Long story short, we’re scrambling, and planning to be out of here in roughly two months. To move a very long distance from where we currently are. (Relax, not about to invade another country, staying in Canada)

Basically, looking to get rid of anything that isn’t irreplacable, or too expensive not to take.  Continue reading

Being Treasured Ain’t What You Think

The difference between theory, and reality

The difference between theory, and reality

Driving with Wolf yesterday.

Every now and then, we escape the Minions, usually to go grocery shopping. God Bless Diva, our willing babysitter, who works for cash, and/or a Dr. Pepper.

I don’t remember how exactly we got on to the topic, but I started thinking about when we first got together. Continue reading

Ninja Parenting

ninja parenting

Sometimes, I find myself wondering, if I’m not actually getting worse at this parenting gig as I get older. Or, perhaps, it’s the having more than one or two. I’m not sure what it is, but I’m definitely not the parent I was, when I started this journey.

Or maybe, it’s the kids fault. Ok, it’s probably the kids fault. It usually is, when something gets broken, or goes missing around here, and I think maybe they broke me. Continue reading

Send The Clueless One

Poor kid had a reluctant model

Diva, my sweet girl, is participating in a Medieval Fair this weekend. She’s been sewing her brains out, making cloaks.

Like a good Mommy, I’ve been supportive…and have discovered that my darling daughter has inherited my mad organizational skills.

Which is to say, none.

Girl has NO organizational, preplanning, ability. Continue reading