Blogging is a labour of love. I sat down yesterday and figured out how much money I’ve made and what that means for an hourly rate. I made $0.25/hour last year. It’s safe to say I don’t do this for the money. Most bloggers are in the same boat as me. We work, work, work [...]
Blogging Bits
January 29, 2012 Leave a Comment
I Need a Genie in a Bottle – Baby
January 24, 2012 4 Comments
I often lie in bed at night, waiting to fall asleep with my husband snoring in my ear and think about things that didn’t get done during the day. ‘I wanted to clear the clutter from the dining room, I wanted to cook that dish just a 1/2 hour longer, I wanted to write that [...]
Blogging Inspiration
January 19, 2012 9 Comments
This week’s Monday Mojo kind of stumped me. Well, stumped is the wrong word. It actually overwhelmed me. The prompt was this: Who inspires you to be a better blogger? Has there been someone who’s mentored you and helped you become the blogger you are today? Is there a website out there that you strive [...]
At Least there was a Bacon Wrapped Bright Side
January 12, 2012 22 Comments
I decided to make meatloaf. I’d never made meatloaf before but I knew one thing going in; I was gonna wrap that bitch in bacon. Oh yeah baby. I mix up the meat with some onion, celery, carrots, egg, worstershire, bbq sauce, and bread crumbs and form it all into a loaf shape [...]
Oatmeal, Pecan and Chocolate Scones
January 12, 2012 6 Comments
Oatmeal, Pecan and Chocolate Scones Breakfast Scones with Oatmeal, Pecans and Chocolate – Recipe by HomeToHeather.com Ingredients 1 cup All Purpose Flour 1 cup Whole Wheat Flour 2tsp Baking Powder 2tbs Brown Sugar 1/2 tsp Salt 1/3 cup softened butter 2 eggs (1 for the mix, 1 for a wash) 1/2 cup [...]
I’ll Never Be the Same
January 11, 2012 Leave a Comment
This is the scene I walked into the other day…color me scarred for life.
Monday Mojo – week 5
January 9, 2012 3 Comments
Today Was Not a Good Mommy Day
January 6, 2012 29 Comments
It started with my daughter walking up to me and spitting a mouthful of milk on my face. It dripped down my neck, down my shirt. I resisted the urge to rage at her. I hadn’t even had a cup of coffee yet. I wanted to yell. ‘WHAT THE FUCK HANNAH!’ Instead I said, “go [...]
