Kristen Blog

You and me...well, we made it.  All the way to the weekend.    Hooray for you!    Hooray for me!    Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead! (Why not?!...We found this gem at a grown-up birthday party we had the privilege of attending over the weekend.  So fun!  Keep your eye out below for the other gem I found there...the BEST little cola-alternative sugary pop to please the precious little hummingbird in me!) To be honest, I think I got by on the skin of my teeth this week...and speaking of Crash Test Dummies, I didn’t just halfway dream a few times of the future afternoons I’ll measure out in my pajamas with coffee spoons and T.S. Eliot.  (In fact, I am already kind of practicing that out on Sundays.  I call it Sabbath...my resting day.  Today has been a lovely, cozy, rainy one.  I spent it making a stromboli from scratch, homemade salsa, and a ready-to-cook lasagna and meatloaf for the week.  We now have a nice and easy homemade dinners into the sunset.  But I still considered it a &qu

I'm afraid I am going to end up hating Mrs. Alexander.  It’s a terrible thing, but I think it is an inevitable thing.  I mean...just imagine facing, every day, the woman who stole from you the love of your life.  What do YOU feel, my friend?  Hate.  Am I right? It is sooooo unfortunate, because, as Evan says...Mrs. Alexander IS pretty.  I like her hair, too.  And I agree she is a “good girl.”  But that dog puppet Toto she pulled out at storytime the first day.  He REALLY stole the show... My baby literally cried the first night after school.  Like uncontrollable sobs.  He was so sad, so sad, because NEXT YEAR when he goes to first grade, he won't get to see Toto anymore.  (Great!  He got my deep, thoughtful, emotional heart.  Son, you have lots of happy days before that.  Don't think so much.)  Which left me thinking...Mrs. Alexander...well...Mrs. Alexander has become pretty important in my little guys eyes...her and her little dog, too.  And the inevitable truth remain

Twenty years!  Twenty stinking, pretty awesome, some horrendous, years, my homies.  I mean...between you and me...I was initially surprised he had kept my interest for 3 months.  Just sayin'...I kind of have a notoriously short attention span. And I mean to tell you..this guy has earned ALL of those 20 years.  He has held tight with his passionate, angry Irishman, loyal-and-I-demand-your-loyalty passion through some very tough (word I'm not allowed to say out loud, let alone refer to on my blog). But...speaking of weddings.  Oh my goodness...were you NOT there?!!  Because ALL of my homies deserve a very personal invitation to my wedding...I mean, the biggest day of my life, right?!!  And even if you WERE there, I'm sure you would like to relive that special moment, for sure.  (Actually, if you are really close, you will appreciate the visual of the many, many ones we have lost since August 14, 1999.  💕) So, here is your very personal, very private-link-only, invitati