The Crockpot Confession 2

The Crockpot Confession

Poor as church mice, that is how my mother-in-law would have described us. When Justin and I got married we had nothing. We stopped at the post office on the way to our wedding reception to see if there were any congratulatory cards with money in them. Luckily, one of my dad’s buddies came to the reception prepared to bless us abundantly. The faithful friend and his wife sold dances with the bride (and groom), something I hadn’t ever heard …

Well, I Do Declare! 3

Well, I Do Declare!

Oh, my.  The chaos.  And it is this way every summer.  If I can just make it to summer.  And then, it will be a season of rest. A season of catch up, a blessed season… of lies. It is all lies.  Catching up is a lie.  Ha!  I even wrote a post about it!  I don’t catch up, I can’t catch up.  But, you know, it is okay.  I had a shower today, and I promised myself that if …