so many of the blogs i read are filled with the stories of every day simple lives.  you know — hanging diapers on their clotheslines, reading books to babies, and planting flowers. i lead a simple life too.  it’s a different kind of simple life, but simple all the same.  i’m not sure my every… Continue reading my simple life.

8 pizzas made. 2 pies to be shared by all. 3 pairs of toes waiting to be taken care of. 1 walk with 2 friends. 5 mouths eating lunch in my office. 2 boys bringing the lunch (those kind of boys are our favorite). 1 hockey game to watch… or not. 2 verses to refresh.… Continue reading numbers.

it’s been awhile and i don’t have a good excuse.  no, not one.  things have slowed down like i thought they would for the summer but instead of writing blogs in all my spare time i find myself taking long (and i do mean long) walks in the evening, spending quiet evenings wrapped in a… Continue reading waiting

i’ve had wonderfully good days recently.  days with friends visiting are always like that.  rainy walks down to the smalltown diner for breakfast will do just the trick to bring a smile to the face. i don’t want her to grow up.  nope, not at all.  stay young and this fresh and cute forever, k?… Continue reading mmm

i don’t have much.  but i’m still around. i used to pride myself in noting and loving the little things in life.  now i sit here trying to think of what those things are right now — what the past few days have held that might be interesting. a tired girl with full days?  yeah,… Continue reading lamo update.

i trounced through the rain covered green grass, my canvas shoes becoming more squishy with every step.  my evening duties plans suddenly didn’t need me and i had a free evening.  not quite sure what to do with myself, but not feeling up for an evening “out in town” i decided to do a usual… Continue reading my walk

i’m home alone.  alone.  it’s almost worth the achy body and tired throat and nose for an evening of home aloneness.  well, almost alone and almost worth it.  dear grandma and grandpa are in their apartment but that’s alone in this house. i folded clothes and put them on my shelves.  he slipped out of… Continue reading thankful game

i listen to this song on repeat.  over and over and over and over again. i guess i didn’t really need to spell that out.  the word ‘repeat’ implies that it’s played multiple times.

my nails are painted and they weren’t painted by me.  i have the keys to a car that i didn’t pay a thing for.  i have a new dress hanging in my closet because i just needed something for easter.  i say that i’m totally uninspired to choreograph a song and i’m able to recruit… Continue reading blessed

amidst chaos we’re trying to keep a grip on what today is, what yesterday was, and what tomorrow reminds us of.  it’s been a busy day here at the sinclair house, full of people prone to accidents, shaky legs from said accidents, and watching every step we take and where our hands might be. in… Continue reading trying.