A letter from Roman

Dear Mommy, 

You know I love you very much. So much that I never want to be away from you. And generally, you're not such a terrible mother, but lately you've been slacking, almost to the point of letting me die. This is getting serious. 

Maybe you don't know about some of the important things that I need to survive. So I decided to come on your blog (since you're always here, ignoring important things like me) and tell you exactly what I need to stay alive.

I'm actually a huge celebrity

In the last several months, I found myself slowly morphing into Regina George. In the last week alone, I cannot count how many times I've asked the question "Why are you so obsessed with me?"

I am not a famous singer. I'm not a supermodel. I have very little money, and even less time to do anything to make said money. I'm not an athlete or a superhero. But I am a huge celebrity and I have a fan that can outdo a preteen at a Justin Bieber concert.

His name is Roman Schools, and he's my son.

A Letter To My Son

Dear Son,

I know that you are very young still, and you probably won't ever see this, but I just have to get his off my chest.

You know that I love you, that I'll always love you no matter what. 

But sometimes I really don't like you.

Let me explain.

The War Between Parents

Motherhood is one of the most controversial topics on the planet.

"When are you gonna have kids?"

"Are you still having kids?! Don't you know how that works?"

"You are staying home with them, right?"

"When are you getting back to work?"

"Bottle-fed? Do you want them to die?"

"Ew, don't feed your baby here, nobody wants to see your boobs!"

The list goes on.

The Red Starbucks Cup

Hey guys!

I know it's been a while, and everyone is probably expecting a catch up post or something. And I will do one of those eventually.

Just not today.

Today, I am ranting.

Last night, while I was feeding the baby, I was scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed, as per usual, and I came across an article about Starbucks and their new holiday season cups.

Looking for Superman

My husband and I have been married for a little over 7 months now. We are expecting our first baby in about 10 weeks.

I was 18 years old when I married Jesse, he turned 21 the week after our wedding. At the time of our wedding, we had only known each other since about September of the previous year, and only been dating for 3 months. When he proposed, we got married a month later.

Horn in the West: what does it mean to you?

If you come to the High Country of North Carolina, you will probably make a stop in Boone. If it's summer time, you're sure to find lots of activities to join in on.

If you have kids (or if you're a kid at heart yourself) you might make a stop at Tweetsie Railroad, a family-friendly, historic, wild-west themed amusement park that you will only find up in the beautiful Appalachian mountains.

You might also take the time to stroll around the beautiful, historic downtown Boone, where most of the buildings have stood for decades. If you were to stop a local and ask them, they would tell you that as far back as their great-grandparents remember some of the buildings.


You will probably spend a Saturday strolling through the local Farmer's Market, filled with fresh baked goods, locally grown produce, crafts galore, and sometimes some little surprises you didn't expect to find.