Gym, fitness center, place of torture … whatever you want to call it, I have a few questions about it. I’ve actually pondered each of these thoughts before, but since all three of these things happened this very morning at my gym, I thought I’d ask. So wise people of…
Category: Everyday Mayhem

Soaked. But Stronger.
One of my favorite books of all time, makes reference to being “pushed in the pool” on a daily basis. It’s the idea that tough stuff will come up everyday. And how are you going to handle it? And the answer this week is: better than expected. Last week our…

It’s Not Over
I’d be lying if I told you that I didn’t think we’d already seen the last of Mayhem in a paper dress. It’s been our stance from the very beginning that, “when it’s not fun, we’re done.” The paper outfits have been a Mayhem guided adventure, and Keith and I…

The Sewing Smart Aleck
Just when you think they aren’t paying attention to a word you say, they go and give themselves a nickname. And she thinks this actually means a very smart person 😉

I’m Not Freaking Out About the IG Algorithm and Neither Should You (Yet!)
On the heels of what can only be described (by me) as notification-palooza, I thought I’d share why the new algorithm based feed from Instagram does not have me freaking out, and why I’m not (yet!) turning on notifications for ANY accounts that I follow. 1. The VERY last thing…

Same Story. Different Impact.
She’s not afraid of the wicked witch of the west. Or the flying monkeys. I remember being terrified of both. Until I was like, thirty-five. It was my mom’s favorite movie and it was on ONCE a year. None of that on-demand nonsense. And she MADE us watch it. I…