the way things were (itty bitty thoughts)

the way things were (itty bitty thoughts)

Back in the day, I was part of a local chapter of a much larger parenting group called MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers). We would get together monthly for support, friendship, a meal, and a project. And let me tell you what, that group was instrumental 

Beautiful Boring (itty bitty thoughts)

Beautiful Boring (itty bitty thoughts)

I didn’t watch The Thing last night. I didn’t even know The Thing was happening until I saw a few memes about it on MeWe. People were creating a drinking game for the The Thing and then joking that everyone would be dead from alcohol 

just do the next thing (itty bitty thoughts)

just do the next thing (itty bitty thoughts)

When we were on vacation at the cabin recently, there was no planning out the days. I’m not one of those here is the itinerary for our trip kind of people. No, the next thing on our “what should we do” list was just the 

decorate for YOU (itty bitty thoughts)

decorate for YOU (itty bitty thoughts)

We live on a dead end dirt road in the middle of farm country. I see maybe three cars a day—the people that live to the east of us have to pass our house to get to the main road. And although farm families are 

meditating…with cats (itty bitty thoughts)

meditating…with cats (itty bitty thoughts)

Fall is my favorite time of year.  A couple days ago I was having a stressful day. I know the cure for all things stressful is time in nature so I grabbed a blanket, a notebook, and a hard cider I found in the garage 

where you matter (itty bitty thoughts)

where you matter (itty bitty thoughts)

Friends, we need to have a talk. You matter at home. You are not replaceable at home. Read that again. You are, however, replaceable as an employee. Or on the church council. Or in your 4H group. Or on the board of directors. Please don’t 

real life doesn’t match (itty bitty thoughts)

real life doesn’t match (itty bitty thoughts)

I visited with my grandma a few days ago. Now that’s grandpa is gone, she’s starting to go through her house and get rid of things. She’d started quite a pile of things for me to take—waffle iron, wok, tupperware, wool blankets, utility knife blades, 

thoughts from the back of a bike (itty bitty thoughts)

thoughts from the back of a bike (itty bitty thoughts)

There is endless chatter inside my head but a motorcycle is loud enough to drown that out. “Wanna go for a ride?” I asked him. “Where to?”  We don’t officially decide on a destination but it doesn’t take long before I’m on the back of 

the numbers and facebook (itty bitty thoughts)

the numbers and facebook (itty bitty thoughts)

I’ve looked at the numbers, y’all, and I think it’s time to have a discussion about uncomfortable truths and the giant known as Facebook. Note: This itty bitty thought was also touched on at the end of the yesterday’s Deep Thoughts from the Woods podcast 

old school blogging (itty bitty thoughts)

old school blogging (itty bitty thoughts)

Fun fact: way back in the day, in the time that I like to refer to as old school blogging, this website was called Farm Food Mama and it was all about cooking from scratch. It’s also important to note that in the time of