Today is my thirtieth birthday. The view from here looks a whole lot different than I thought it would, when I imagined this day on my twentieth birthday. None of my grand schemes and plans have come together quite the way I planned. I'm not a lawyer, I'm a housewife. I am still not a Mom, though I've raised a bonus son who will soon be fourteen. I do not live in a little house around the corner from my parents and my childhood home; they have both passed away-far, far too soon, and strangers own their home. The last few years have been transformative...a trial by fire that, by God's grace, I think I'm finally coming thru. Even though it's nothing like what I thought, I'm here, and I love my life. I have dealt with the worst, and I am done with the negative. I'm tired of worrying and nitpicking. God laughs at my plans anyways, so why plan? I'm riding on his plans now...avoiding the anger and negativity that has surrounded me for so long. I'm over the drama...I will accept only love and light from this day forward. I will embrace things that bring happiness to me and mine, and turn away from all else.

In pursuit of that, I'm starting this blog. To talk about cooking, and crafts, and homey-stuff, and stupid shit that just makes me happy. I'll probably swear, I'll probably make you drool with my cooking, and I'll probably piss some people off. And if you don't like what I have to say, you just don't need to read it.