Tag Archives: *poke*

We moved. Cross country. We went through eight states over a period of several weeks, and then when we were finally moving in to our new place, I knocked myself over with a table, fell down some stairs and broke … Continue reading →

It took an obscene number of days and a bizarre amount of states, but we got ourselves moved. Sort of. See, we’re employed! You would think this would make it EASIER to locate housing, but you would, in fact, be … Continue reading →

Awesomely enough, this was one of BlogHer’s “featured” reviews of the book. How cool is that? Dear Deborah, You totally left me hanging. How did the house know they made it? What the heck are they doing where they are … Continue reading →

I havent been posting because my brain has been missing. Coming down to the end of the school year with a very difficult class, a more difficult principal, a husband dealing with some major job-related depression, and the general insanity … Continue reading →

I suffered through AP English in high school, which taught me some semi-useful things about books: 1. If you have to study it, it somehow becomes boring. 2. If the person you’re talking to is telling you what the author … Continue reading →