It’s all personalI'm Kim and I have a few blogs (and perhaps an issue with over sharing, and too much time on my hands). My other two projects are www.fiftyfiftyvision.com and www.thisisplanbe.com. I also tweet at https://twitter.com/TheKimTackett and instagram at http://instagram.com/kimtackett. But here, it's all personal. I show up once a week, sometimes less, never more. I don't have a niche or a purpose or a plan. Just a few stories and pictures. Welcome to my personal space.
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Monthly Archives: March 2010
I sit in the same place, with the same moms, and I don’t move, unless it’s to take a picture. We chat. We cheer. We wish we had wine. It’s amazingly relaxing, unless it’s not. The JV softball field is … Continue reading
Ok, so we all love Barbara Kingsolver. And we all received The Lacuna for Christmas. Some of us finished it in a timely manner. Some of us didn’t. Some asked me what I thought. Here it is: I have loved … Continue reading
I slipped it in yesterday’s weekend report….between “wheat grass planting” and “a really good bottle of wine”. It was just sitting there, waiting for you to notice, daring you to ask….bottle cap hat making? Really? The bottle caps and glue … Continue reading
Farmers Market, watching Alex coach her 8U softball team (The Sugarbabies….how cute is that?), wheat grass planting, bottle cap hat making, a really good bottle of wine, grilling, all-morning newspaper reading , coffee drinking, strawberry loving, Easter preparing, window cleaning. … Continue reading
That’s what I am telling myself. Usually I wake up on Friday mornings and wish I could fast forward to Friday afternoon. This morning I woke up wishing I could rewind and make it Tuesday. Nothing really bad…just a week … Continue reading
More from my Davis Cemetery outing. I wonder if they chat after we go home? Nah, that would be crazy.
Davis has a nice, old cemetery. Not a spectacular one, but a lovely, comforting spot with trees and turkeys (ok, so the turkeys aren’t so comforting) and some impressive statues. We often stop at cemeteries on vacations, but never visit … Continue reading
I admit it. I spy on Kate. I don’t read anything I shouldn’t, and I don’t poke around places that don’t belong to me. But every single morning, and usually in the afternoon, and when I am really missing her, … Continue reading
A fine weekend– sunny, a few fine clouds, two patio dinners, laughing with good friends, planning for Grandpa Vince’s 8oth birthday beach trip (but don’t tell him, he thinks he’s only 60), two giggling girls making Sunday morning pancakes, a … Continue reading