Me 2.0
In the less than two weeks we have been living in our new home, I am already starting to see pieces of my old self re-emerge. I am more attentive to detail. I a...
Category: camp house
Transition Times
I keep sitting down to write and coming away with nothing. I miss this space. I miss consistency. I miss having a place to put something when I come home with g...
Are You Mary or Martha?
Maybe you’re like me. Maybe throwing parties is fun for you. Maybe you enjoy the details. Maybe you get caught up in them. Maybe you plan your friendsR...
Home, Home on the Hill
We are having a great time in the little house on the hill, living our little country life. Before we moved in, I was dreading it. Now that we’re here, I&...
Transition Times
I used the word unsettled a while back to describe this state I feel like we’re in right now. Since we’re back in a routine this fall, I feel less u...
Just Another Manic Monday
A while back I promised I was not going to turn this place into a giant list. I don’t think I’ve done a very good job of that. Apparently I’m ...
Hide ‘n Go Seek
Y’all. Since we moved in to the house on the hill, I’ve been on the hunt for my crock pots. Yes, two of them. I misplaced two crock pots. I wanted t...
T E N
1. New Kyle Field. First game. Four days. Who’s ready? (Hint: this girl.) 2. I definitely received an ice bucket challenge last week and promptly fo...
Prison Break
On this episode of The Grays on the Prairie, our beloved Tootise comes up missing. Being the ranch hand that I am, I noticed her absence pretty much immediately...