Tag: Marietta

My home.

This is my home: But really, so is this: This was my home: And when I sold it to move to Nashville, I thought I had lost home. In some ways, I’ll confess, it still feels that way. Mainly because that beautiful couch is in storage and I miss the warmth of that sunshine coming

Positive Post Tuesday

Welcome to Positive Post Tuesday. This is a regular thing over at Brody’s blog, but he’s a giver, so he’s passing it around.  [And apparently that makes me a taker.  Whoopsie daisy.] Speaking of givers, I’ve got one to talk about today.  My friend Kathleen.  You know her- she helped me make a quilt. Let

Goodbye Nanny McAnnie.

[Hi.  If you are reading this in an RSS feed, then you’re going to want to click over for the video.  This is the last time I’ll make you do this for a while.  Sincerest apologies.]

Do you have a better idea?

When Nanny McAnnie took it to the streets… actually, to Monkey Joe’s and Moe’s.  Cause we had what one might call some “pent up energy”. [If you are reading from an RSS feed, click on over for the video.]

The Nanny McAnnie Diaries Day 3

When our collective sanity began to unravel. [If you are reading from an RSS feed, click on over for the 3rd video in this ridiculous series.]

The latest member of our tribe.

This baby belongs to our tribe.  Our crew.  Our posse.  He was born this morning to my bfry Molly and her hubs Brandon.  Being that I’m Nanny McAnnie this week, I wasn’t able to go to the hospital for his birth. The third leg of our bfry trifecta, Haley, kept me updated via texting and

Nanny McAnnie Diaries- Day 1

Nanny McAnnie here, reporting from Atlanta.  Some friends of mine have gone out of the country and I’m watching their kids.  If there is anything that has steadily paid the bills throughout the last 15 years of my life, it has been ye old babysitting.  So that part is awesome.  Not to mention that I