My Pot Rack

My Pot Rack

Pot racks are like minivans with automatic doors, once you spoil yourself with one, you can never go back to not having one.  Which is why I’ve never had a minivan with automatic doors.   I cannot imagine my future self whining and complaining about having to...
School

School

  Whep, it’s official. My three boys finally have their first full day of school today.  I’m so ready for beef stew and new episodes of The Office and yellow pencils with fresh erasers.  Not to mention three days a week I’ll have guilt free...
DIY Wreath Linky Party

DIY Wreath Linky Party

I wish I would have thought of this idea myself.  Last month when I wrote about my plastic spoon laurel wreath that some loved, some loved to hate, Centsational Girl encouraged me to have a wreath linky party where people could share wreaths they’ve made.  More...
My Vacuum Is Broken

My Vacuum Is Broken

  This is the longest time we’ve had the same vacuum.  It’s been about 4 years.  And it only broke because my boys were playing indoor hockey and one smashed into it and broke part of it off.  It’s nothing special, just some Target find that...
How Nester Got Her Margin Back

How Nester Got Her Margin Back

1mar·gin noun \ˈmär-jən\ a spare amount or measure or degree allowed or given for contingencies or special situations Remember how I went on and on whining about the fact that I had to get ready to do two 1 hour sessions all by myself at the Becoming Conference? Well,...