Why is Devon writing The Green Notebook?

Two reasons. Mostly. I have a blog--The Yellow Notebook--but have noticed that blogs with specific goals seem to shine. So I decided that I would blog about the next two-and-a-half years as we work REALLY hard at squeezing my husband through nursing school while randomly making money, consistently saving ourselves money, raising small children, writing a novel, dealing with the current economy, trusting God and deepening our friendships, et al. Watch the balancing act! Also, my friends have been complaining that blogs tend to be, well... life edited. So I am going to try NOT to edit out the things that make us a real family with real financial and other struggles. And in this ring...

By the way, I have not named my children "Boy" and "Girl." I just like to refer to them that way on the blog. I also refer to my nephew as "Baby."

And here is my tagline:
What economy? Or Diary of a Young, Urbanite, Apolitical, Lower-Income, Middle-Class, Writer, Foodie, Artist, Stay-at-Home Mom.

*If you want to know our story and the protracted story of this blog, see the entry from January 17, 2010, titled appropriately "Our Story."





Monday, August 1, 2011

Happy Birthday To Me

This is the first year that I really wasn't thinking too much about my birthday. I will be seeing my extended family next week and have a birthday nearly aligned with both my husband and brother-in-law, so I figured I could think about it then. And in fact, it took a call from my dad before I had even though about how old I would be turning.

Instead of passing uncelebrated, however, I was surprised throughout the day by little things that made it bright. Girl served me pretzels in bed while I was still half asleep. Kevin insisted that I not clean, and even backed up his admonitions by doing the sweeping that was on my schedule, himself. He brought home a dozen roses which he snagged for $1 at WholeFoods after a sale and rebates. Then he sent me on my way out with a good friend to get my first tattoo. (I have been planning on a couple tattoos for several years, but you can not get them when you are either pregnant or nursing, thus the wait. And it looks crooked in this photo, but it's just a bad shot.) At the end of the night, I had received over 20 phone calls (a few were sung, thanks Grandma) and over 75 Facebook messages, which may or may not be a lot but some were so warm and some were pleasantly unexpected. In the end, I felt loved today.
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