I like to build stuff. Not with brick & mortar, though I don’t mind building a Lego tower or two. What I like to build is much more elusive, which is a fancy way of saying the results can’t always be quantified, which is another way of saying I like to drive myself crazy building […]
Why me Lord? Part 1
As it turns out I’m a fickle, superficial, talkative, narcissistic, spacey, cosmic, indulgent, light-headed, irresponsible, inconsistent, unreliable, scattered, unrealistic, naive, a dabbler, and an unfaithful escapist. Sigh.
It’s true. It’s all true. Realized today that I am afraid that I am doing everything I’m doing because of all the things I’m afraid of.
When the Fashion Pressure is On Like Donkey Kong: On Workin’ with what my Mama Gave Me. Vote for your fave look to dress me this weekend.
(Am I getting really carried away with my long blog titles lately? I think so). I promise you my blog isn’t turning into a fashion blog —though how fun would that be? (Maybe a different blog eventually? I have considered this)! So. Wanna help me get dressed this weekend?
I am amazeballs.
Hope y’all don’t mind that I’m on a total fashion kick lately ’round these parts.
Wearing the “Minister” Hat
I went back and forth on attaching the ‘Minister’ moniker to my Minister Mama blog title. I grew up with bad connotations when I heard the word Minister or Clergy. Everything from: lame, boring, collar-wearing dorks who couldn’t marry, are likely depressed, don’t have sex, molest folks & hate black folks. Talk about a bad […]
I ain’t no Hobbit, y’all.
I love me some adventures.
The Cleavage Conundrum: Part 2 (Unsqueezed Book Club week 2)
First things first: 1. See yesterday’s post for the beginning of the cleavage conundrum! 2. This post is also part of my Unsqueezed: Springing Free from Skinny Jeans, Nose Jobs, Highlights and Stilettos, Book Club (Chapter 2) Good news! (I’m in the process of getting a password protected forum set up on a page of […]
Dirty, Rotten, Messy Christians
Today I was thinking about what a messy Christian I am, and have been. The things that make me truly messy I don’t blog about (often, that is) so you probably think I’m some sort of goody two shoes –which I am soooooo, not. Ask my husband. Or my 5 best friends. Or my last […]