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You know what is a humbling experience for a 31-year-old man with a wife and two kids? That knot in the pit of his stomach as he speeds by a cop on a rural, country route. Only to check the rear-view mirror and see him pull a Dukes of Hazzard move in the middle of […]

I bet if neurologists did even the most cursory study of my brain functionality—specifically my long- and short-term memory—they would find that I’m only slightly better off than Ozzy Osbourne. Though, probably for different reasons. I blame my dad’s genes for my awful memory. But I’m not so sure that Ozzy even remembers who or […]

“It seems strange celebrating the fact that we are still married rather than celebrating 8 amazing years. But, by God’s grace, you are my wife today!” [Um…thanks?] These were Brian’s words in a card he gave me Tuesday night on the occasion of our 8th wedding anniversary. I chuckled as I read those words—though he […]

Guyyyyyyyys, WHERE have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you! [Huh? Wait a minute…SHE’S the one who didn’t post anything for a week! So, why is she looking for us?] I’m confused. Have you been looking for me? [Why does she keep having these stupid conversations with herself?] Have y’all seen my medication lately? […]

As you may have already read, we had a garage sale recently. [Really? I didn’t notice an entire week’s worth of annoying, melodramatic garage sale posts.] I get your point. But I’m here to talk about the aftermath of that traumatic experience.

I can probably count on one hand the number of times I have experienced buyer’s remorse. I happen to be rather opinionated (“RATHER?!?!?!?,” says my husband), so I don’t usually waffle back and forth when I shop.

It’s almost like JJ knows how very, very particular I am about my calendar and said, “Hey, Averi, you know what would be reeeeeeeally hilarious? If I took a PEN and colored all over mom’s calendar. On the first day of the month. Bwahahahahahahahaha!” And that’s how it happened. I’m sure of it.

I read a book once called Men are like Waffles—Women are like Spaghetti, and it was probably one of THE cheesiest (no pun intended) books I’ve ever read. But the points the authors, Bill and Pam Farrel, made were both interesting and pretty hilarious.

If you read my post last Friday you know that our weekend was a fun-filled one. (Read heavy on the sarcasm.) I mean, who wouldn’t want to spend 12 hours cleaning out the garage and another 14 hours haggling with strangers about how much they should pay for box upon box of once-treasured memories? I […]

Most of my childhood was spent fantasizing about the day I would make my living as a television star. I can’t even count how many inspired scenes and acceptance speeches I rehearsed in my bathroom mirror. I just never thought my television debut would result from something as ordinary as a garage sale. Look for […]