Alrighty, folks…remember how at the beginning of the week I told you that Friday’s are now the day you hear from fellow Down and Dirtiers?  Friends who have a voice and a passion that is [sometimes] different than my own.  My goal is for this to be a community, our little Down and Dirty world,

“The Lord will fight for you; you need only be still.”  Exodus 14:14 On Tuesday I told you about what God is [re]teaching me.  I am always amazed at His ability to swoop in and fight off the blues.  The complacency.  The poor pitiful me’s.  It’s almost always in a string of little things that

This was supposed to be done by, say, noon-ish today.  I had good intentions…promise.  But there was a mound of groceries to be purchased at Wal-Mart [aka my arch nemesis] – with my 18 month old.  And then there was park playing to be done and lunch to be consumed and a nap to be

I had big plans for yesterday.  The vacuuming and the dusting and the park going and the blogging all wrapped up with the family movie night. Then in the middle of my attempt at a shower and a reasonable appearance, I discovered that my engagement ring had been moved by one Miss Magnificent.  And I

I am so desperate to do it right.  I mean, look at her.  Wouldn’t you want to do it right? To love her enough.   Photo by my sister, Molly To discipline her effectively so that she doesn’t get caught with her hiney in the air.    To show her how to run fast and

Today I am grumpy.   I’d like to pout shamelessly.  Watch Gilmore Girls all day long.   Consume a Caniac Combo.   Drink IBC Root Beer out of the bottle steadily until the carbonation starts to get to me.   And eat Dove chocolate until I am sick. And in the midst of typing this up for

I never enter in giveaways.  Because I never win.  But I’ve been admiring Lisa Leanord’s jewelry from afar for months now and Flower Patch Farmgirl is hosting a giveaway by none other than the silver genius herself!  In order to enter, I have to choose ONE of her pieces that is most loudly callin’ my

I’ve always been a reader…novels in particular tickle my fancy but as of late, reading time has been minimal.  And reading material has primarily been of the be a better mom, be a better wife, be a better follower of Jesus  nature.  And those things are good – no doubt about it – but sometimes

Twenty Eleven is ushering in a few changes in my writing life.  First, I will no longer be writing for He Loves Us on a weekly basis.  I will be popping back in there from time to time, though, so keep an eye out.  And really, who doesn’t love Geoffrey’s daily devotionals?!  I am INCREDIBLY

I’m writing something.  Yes I am yes I am yes I am.  But the words are not flowing freely.  They are tangled and awkard and frustrated and kinda tired.  But still I must write because – well just because I must. Here I sit.  Frumpy from head to toe – within and without.  Blow dried