All posts by MummZy

I am a college graduate, mother, wife, and working woman. I wear many hats and do many things, but I love my family unquestionably and with my entire being.

My Path

I will always follow my heart, it has never been wrong.

Sometimes I don’t take the right path, but I always find my way back to where I am supposed to be.  There is nothing that I have experienced in this life that was not a wonderful part of my path.

The good, the bad, and the ugly.  All are part of who I am today and will help me continue on the path I am on until I reach the finish line.

Fate works in mysterious ways. When things don’t work out the way you want them to, wait patiently and quietly without anger or fear.  When it is time, your story will unfold like clouds being blown apart by a gentle breeze.  There you will see all that you have done and the path will be there leading the way to what is to come.

So follow your heart, it is never wrong.


Moving Day

Recently, well actually, yesterday, we found out we will be working temporarily from home full-time.  I really do not think any of us are too upset about this.  The mad dash is on now to pack up our desks and create space at home to work in.  This has resulted in lots of home renovations, disposal of items that are not needed, or broken to finally result in that home oasis of sorts to work in.  My little space consists of a lovely view out of the front window sitting at a desk that was left to us by the previous owners of the home we purchased in December.

The space previously was a storage/bedroom for my step-son who has moved to State College with his mother.  We are now converting it into an office with a spare bed and dresser in it for when he comes in the summer to visit.  There have been several loads of clothing that went to the salvation army and some trash that went to the dump since he moved.

The whole family is pitching in to help and this cleaning frenzy has started to affect the other members of the house who are starting to finish unpacking their items and pitch the things they no longer want.

Moving home to work has been a great way to clean out the house!!  Yay, and I can work in my PJ’s.  What a bonus!!  The puppy is overjoyed because he can explore a new part of the house that we were afraid to let him for fear he would pick up some object that my step-son threw on the floor or get lost in the junk that was in there.

Moving Day has been quite lovely for all of us but I think I am very tired from all this work now I need a vacation.

Finally Our Own Heaven

For some years I have been writing about finding my own piece of the pie, my own plot of green, my own slice of heaven.  Well, finally as of December 2016 we have our Heavens Gate or as it is now fondly referred to: Cubovia.

The home is beautiful and it is so us.  A nice little cape cod with a wrap around deck and the neighbors are the best in the world.  It is just like a little bit of country smack dap in the middle of the city.  The best of both worlds.

Now, the fun of unpacking the house and putting things where they belong or where their new home is has begun.  It is a slow process as we went from having 3 bedrooms, a full attic, and 3 floors to 3 bedrooms, no attic, a full basement, garage and a huge family room. Where to put things has us scratching our heads.  I am sure the neighbors think the nutty professor and all the hapless minions have moved in, lol!

Great Serbian Blogs and other Belgrade Weblinks

Source: Great Serbian Blogs and other Belgrade Weblinks

Everything at Once: Notes to My Son

Source: Everything at Once: Notes to My Son

This Is Literally My First Post in Years

Source: This Is Literally My First Post in Years

Smitten Kitchen

A home cooking weblog from a tiny kitchen in New York City. The place to find all of your new favorite things to cook.

Source: Smitten Kitchen

A Silver Box Came From Russia. What Was In It Made Me Cry.

Source: A Silver Box Came From Russia. What Was In It Made Me Cry.

Lost Art Press

Source: Lost Art Press

Through It All, There Was a Dog

Source: Through It All, There Was a Dog