Hi all! Can you believe it is mid-April already? I can’t – it seems this year is flying by! I must say, today’s post is super personal. I wrestled for a few days with the idea of writing it on my blog, thereby releasing it to the vast audience of cyberspace (or, since I’m convinced not many people read this, those who randomly stumble upon it while googling something strange). As you can see, I have chosen to post it. That being said, here is a warning: this is a very personal blog – sorry to delve so deep and share so much! Read on if you dare ;) You’ve heard of a fun-sucker, right? The guy or gal who always has to ruin the party, the parent who always says no, or the friend who always sits in the corner pouting? Not cool. Fun-suckers are just not cool , y’all! But have you ever considered someone or something a joy-sucker? Yes, I think I just made that term up – but roll with me. Similar to a ...
Texas girl marries Louisiana boy, adding 'a little something extra' to her life. Hence, 'Lonestar Lagniappe'.