My husband took a weed whacker to the garden last night....

And I couldn't be happier about it!

Let me explain.

We are living in my Mom's house. The house I grew up in, actually. We LOVE this house. My Mom is being so gracious to let us live there for quite low rent while Chris is in school, and it quite simply the biggest blessing we could ever ask for. Included with this house is a sizable back yard with a very large garden. When I planted it last spring, only weeks before the wedding I remember feeling a little intimidated, but mostly excited for all the fresh veggies we would harvest.

What I didn't anticipate was the weeding.

Oh.... the weeding.

Love Letter to Myself

As you know, I like to write letters to who I was in the past, but this letter was inspired by a new idea that has exploded in the blogosphere - A love letter to yourself. I've been told that writing this can change the way you look at yourself.

I'll let you know ;)


Dear Me,

This blinking curser is staring me down something fierce. I wanted to begin with something heartfelt and touching, but it looks like instead we'll have to start with some honesty.

"The List" ... not much time left!!

I have come to realize that I don't have much time left before my birthday, and I have WAY too many things left on my List to do. If you're not sure what I'm talking about, check out this post which explains how I made a list on my birthday last year of 26 things I would like to do in my 26th year of life.

So this past weekend I crossed two more things off the list. First I made foccacia bread (#1)

A Letter to That Broken Girl

Dear Broken Girl,

You have had your heart broken into what feels like a million pieces, and now you feel really quite broken yourself. I'm here to tell you that it does in fact get better. So much better.

I know you thought that your life was on track. There were promises made, and a plan in place, but you knew it didn't feel quite right. You allowed yourself to ignore that nagging feeling because you so desperately wanted the end goal. To be married. To have kids. To be a wife and a mother and the identity that goes along with that. Certainly beats the identity you have now. Stuck in limbo. Not in school, not really having a "career"

Hillbillies vs. Hippies

I have been to Big Valley Jamboree the past 8 years in a row, and many are finding it quite odd that on this year which marks the festival's 20th Anniversary I am choosing not to attend.

Me, Gloria, Nicole & Charlene

Well there are a number of reasons- some financial, some personal. Either way Chris and I decided to instead take in the Calgary Folk Fest which was this past weekend.

And I fell in love.

I'd like to attempt to compare the two festivals, not by music genre (the obvious difference) but instead by overall experience and a few sub-categories. Please keep in mind that this comparison is based solely on my own experience at both- I am fully aware that there are people that experienced BVJ in a completely different way than I did. I am not summarizing the Jamboree as a whole- just as I saw it.