Category Archives: being southern
Turns out I’m a Mama’s girl, too.
I’ve never really been a Mama’s girl, that I can remember. Growing up, I spent countless hours sitting on my Daddy’s lap, riding on the back of my grandpa’s three-wheeler with my Daddy at the wheel, and riding horses with … Continue reading
Filed under being southern, home
It’s flippin’ freezing.
Eight inches of snow and eighteen degrees outside, and this Carolina Girl is freaking right out. At the last minute, I had to pull the Snuggie my mom gave me for Christmas out of my backpack because it was taking … Continue reading
Filed under being southern, England
Bake us, this day, our daily bread…
Want to know what I’m doing right now? No? Well, I’ll tell you anyway: I’m eating my breakfast, which consists of coffee and sourdough bread made by none other than…ME. Yesterday was my day off from teaching, and my friend … Continue reading
Filed under being southern, cooking, home, learning
Goin’ to the chapel…
Things are pretty crazy around here with our move this weekend, but I just found some videos my brother-in-law made the week of our wedding two years ago. This one’s fun: the Brits take over America. Enjoy!
In my dreams
Last night, I had this dream that Simon was cheating on me, so, of course I am mad at him today. I’ve been trying to tell him about the dream all day, because it was the first really vivid … Continue reading
Filed under being southern, eww, forgiveness, marriage
Hush, puppies.
Yesterday, I was standing in line at Smithfield’s Barbecue, just about to order my Val-U-Pack (barbecue sandwich w/ cole slaw, french fries, and a sweet tea), when a small lady in a mini skirt scurried up to the counter and … Continue reading
Filed under being southern, random
