Fold Or Stuff?

I have a 13-year-old daughter, a 10-year-old daughter, and a five-year-old son. The comedy just writes itself from there, doesn’t it? My little lemon wedges have exactly two ways of relating to each other: either they’re running around like slightly rabid giant meerkats laughing and having a grand old time together (usually at the expense of something breakable nearby), or they’re trying to beat the ever-living crap out of each other with Nerf swords, light sabers, or anything they can get their hands on and swing. Because what else would you possibly do with Nerf swords besides try to beat
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Angus Or Holstein?

I hate gum. No, seriously – I hate gum. As in loathe it. As in I throw up a little bit in my mouth when I see (or heaven forbid, hear) people chewing gum. Apparently, I have chiclephobia – and apparently, so does Oprah. I always wanted to have something in common with Oprah. I was hoping it’d be more financial than psychiatric-based, but hey, I’ll take what I can get. Side note #2: I guess I can add chiclephobia to my other “fear” – the fear of dams, which is apparently so weird it doesn’t even have a cool psychiatric name like
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A Love Letter To The South

As of this September, I haven’t lived in the South for as long as I ever lived in the South. (Yeah, do the mental gymnastics on that sentence. I gave myself a migraine writing it.) Let me explain. If you want to grab a glass of wine or a Valium before you hear more, it’s OK – I’ll wait….   …now that you’re appropriately medicated, I’m rapidly approaching my 23rd anniversary of living in St. Louis, and since I lived in Arkansas for the first 23 years of my life (Lord have mercy, I just gave away my age –
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Goodbye Summer

Sure, some people really do it up for a farewell to summer – big vacation on the beach, lounge time by a huge pool, etc. That’s great…but sometimes all you need is a little backyard pool, some plastic fish, and a lovely day to bid adieu to a happy and blessed summer. I have a feeling she’ll remember this much more than all the other trips and outings this summer, and I love it.
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5 Truths About the First Day of School

1) No matter how much you plan, how late you stay up the night before preparing, or how early you get up the morning of, you will still find yourself rushing around trying to get out the door on time the first day of school. Why? I have no frickin’ idea. I can manage a business crisis for a major corporation without breaking a sweat, but I can’t get three kids out the door on time without bloodshed and threats of exile to a southern boarding school. You tell me. 2) Getting that perfect Pinterest photo of the first day
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Goin’ South

In less than a week, I’m headed to Little Rock for the Arkansas Women Bloggers Unplugged (#AWBU2013) conference. Let’s see – two days, in the south, getting creative with an amazing group of Southern women. Sign me up! Thus the reason (or at least one of the reasons) for the new look of My Heart’s In Dixie. It’s not the final design that I have in my head, but unfortunately I need someone with actual artistic and/or technological talent to translate that, and since my budget is seriously small (as in nonexistent), I’m forced to somewhat channel Blanche DuBois by
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The Sad Truth About Me and Decorating

Hello, my name is Mistie, and I’m decoratively-challenged. Now, when I say I can’t decorate, I don’t mean my freshly cut flower arrangements wouldn’t win first prize in a contest. I mean I am embarrassed to invite people over to my house because I can’t decorate my way out of a paper bag. I go shopping with my friends, and they’re chattering about “visualizing” an item going perfectly in their living room. Or they see a piece of furniture and can instantly plan an entire room around it down to the paint colors and the knick-knacks on the perfect bookcase
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