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December
We ain’t rockin’ around the Christmas tree tonight.
You’ve got to be kidding me! If I was superstitious, I’d say I was jinxed. Seriously. Either that or...
Victoria’s Secret Bank
Jeff sent me an email from work yesterday. I’ll paste it in below. THESE are the moments of family...
Rudolph wouldn’t want to play these reindeer games.
After the kids and I finished up school yesterday I heard Meredith ask Kenny if he wanted to play...
Driving through a winter wonderland.
Last night we drove to College Station to have our ‘Christmas’ with Uncle Don and Aunt Betty. For the...
Aesthetic Accessories thanks to All About Cute
One of the perks of being an editor over at Kirtsy, other than being in the midst of some...
Further proof an exorcism was needed in OMSHville.
So, remember my date with Mr. OMSH wherein we cut pre-strung Christmas lights off artificial tree branches for a...
My children are the ultimate fountain of youth.
Children are the ultimate inspiration to not become an old fart. Seriously, without children I would get up, drink...
She earned her wings circa 1978-ish.
So a couple of days ago I reminisced about the Recycled Christmas Tree I made from a Reader’s Digest...
Pigs were flying – maybe an elephant too, can’t be sure.
So, I know you’ve heard me complain of the hot weather and humidity that we Southeast Texans equate with...
Who says slides are outdated? A Christmas Ornament Craft
After reading my brain bit, What To Do With Old Slides, my Mother (Izzy) was inspired; she sent me...
What is an OMSH?
One of my friends and recent clients, Shawn Stratmann of Life at Buttercup Farm sent me this video this...
Remembering the REASON for the season.
I’ve had a few questions lately about the maps on our wall in the living room that show up...
The wieners WINNERS for the Coloring Uncontest
It is time to announce the winners of the 2nd Annual OMSH Christmas Coloring Uncontest! We’ve enjoyed a relaxing...
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery…
…today is a gift. -Eleanor Roosevelt As I dotted the last of the i’s and crossed the last of...