The Theory of Some Things

About a week ago I read someone online about how many people are addicted to suffering. This sounds all psychologist mumbo jumbo at first, but then I read a bit more and realized – this guy on on to something here. Maybe “suffering” is the wrong word. Maybe GUILT is the better word. At least […] Read more…

Writer’s Block

You know what I love about this side little blog of mine? No one reads it. It’s here. It’s public. I’m not hiding it. But it’s quiet. No one cares about it. I’m free here. Well, I guess someone could read it. But even if they do, I don’t care. If someone really thinks I’m […] Read more…

Rambling Ronni: Act 2: You Do You, You Rebel You

One month ago yesterday, we moved. I’ve posted a couple pictures on instagram since then – never of the actual inside of the house. Never a clear shot of the outside either. Or the amazing yard….I mean yardS, as in plural. I’ve only posted small moments of this new life.

I don’t know if I’m ready to publicly show off our new home. 

Which probably sounds strange, considering I unashamedly plastered the internet with the details of my 700 sq ft, Family of 5 home.  Read more…

Rambling Ronni: 8 years is a long time. It’s time to move on.

Early, early Saturday morning, way before dawn, I woke up. I couldn’t go back to sleep. Filled with an anxiety similar to what I’d felt the morning before the birth of my third child. 

Knowing that the near future was inevitable, yet it still felt so impossible. 

Oh, those awful moments of waiting. Of knowing that the then-present would forever be defined as the precursor to what it was that came next. Read more…

Rambling Ronni: My house is small. We need to move. We can’t move.

I’ve been feeling down the past few days. It’s stupid, I know, in the grand scheme of it all. And we’re already so lucky to even have what we have. We have a home, health, happiness. We’re blessed. Truly.

But even still, I’ve found myself discouraged. I can’t tell you how much KP and I would love to move to a new house. A larger house. Or even just a house with a second toilet. Or maybe central air. Or a real backyard. Or, such a beautiful thought – HARDWOOD FLOORS {swoon!}.

When we got back from our big roadtrip a week ago and looked ahead to 2018, we let ourselves dream. We started looking online at rental homes in the area. I even went to a couple showings. Just because. And you know what? Read more…

Rambling Ronni: My 5 Month Old Likes To Scream

I want to have a cool blog. I want to have a big enough blog that I can earn enough money from so that we can move into a larger home but still stay in my (now ridiculously overpriced  ) community. But I don’t want a ‘sell-out’ blog. I want a blog that feels honest and real and truthful and helpful. I want to help other marriages in tough places. I want to help, in some small way however I can, build up families and society and leave something good to come out of my existence on this earth.

And I also want my 5 month old to stop screaming so much. 

It makes it really hard to think. Read more…

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