Time for a tale from my sordid past. As you’ll soon discover, the verdict on my fourth grade self is about to be delivered. In fourth grade, I had a teacher named Mrs. Barnabas. I’ve changed her name to protect her reputation, even though she has doubtless gone on to meet her Maker by now. …
February 14 may have been Valentine’s day to YOU, but to those of us in the Boonies, it is also known as Deakie Boy’s Birthday. Deacon D. Dawg turned TWELVE this year. That’s twelve in human years. But that’s eight thousand and seventy-two in doggie years. Or 84. It’s one of those. And we’re proud …
Can you smell the green stuff from here? I still can. Give my used-to-be white, yet now, strangely splotchily mint-green, turkeypoop covered dog a bath. The aroma? My dear, you have NO idea. Be stuck as an adult suffering from a lack of voice that has been stolen by a wickedly evil cough, seated in …
Do you use Pinterest? It’s fun, and can be quite addictive, I’m told. I’m NOT addicted to it, and due to the story I’m about to tell you, I may not ever be addicted. Because PAIN is an effective deterrent for most of us in the prevention of addictions. And people, let me tell you: …
Today is Susan in the Boonies’ birthday, so she’s taking a vacation day from her Wild Life In The Woods. I’m Lindsey, (aka the Big Bison) the Guest Birthday Poster, and I’ll attempt to hold your attention until Susan returns to her Wild Life In The Woods. Every year around our house, Susan’s birthday, January …
Remember The Partridge Family? Remember little Danny Partridge?Image from here. The title to this post was supposed to have been: “Top Ten Life Stories That I Will Never Live Down”. (You see, I’m writing this as a response to a writing prompt given to me by MamaKat, over on Mama’s Losin’ It.) But, really, why …
The other day, my daughter was watching the old ’60’s sitcom, Green Acres, on Hulu. I was hearing bits of dialog coming from the computer where she was watching it in the other room. And may I just say, that Oliver Douglas was very often a fairly grumpy man on that show. Probably had nothing …
Who’ve traveled in and out … and in and out… and in and out…. my door. In backwards order, here are the top 5 dogs of my life: 5. Pilgrim Pee Dog – the neurotic German Shepherd 4. Deacon D. Dawg – old Iron Tum, the Yellow Labrador 3. Memphis – the mutt who looked …
Bless her heart: she was really a Mom, and glad about it, too. Mama Kat asked me to write a post telling how I knew I was really a Mom. I thought of several incidents – isolated stories that I could tell, where I knew, for sure, that I was really and truly somebody’s mom, but …
A few years ago, my husband’s dear aunt was downsizing, and she decided to give some of her treasures to us, since we had more room in our home than she would have in the apartment into which she was moving. So she gave us her lovely little porcelain Christmas village. Near that time, my …
What is it about me and the Nutcracker Ballet? I am cursed. My friends, I live my life under the Curse of the Sugar Plum Fairy. That curse is a little known phenomenon, but it has to do with a person who chooses to go to a kiddie version of the ballet. Here in Nashville …
It’s funny how one thing leads to another… Remember how the other day I did a post on 5 Things? (Like Five Things that You Don’t Know About Me; and Five Things That I Know Nothing About; and Five Things I’m Knowledgeable About; and Five Things I Believe.) That topic came from Mama Kat‘s Pretty …
Wonder why I’m sporting a halo? Me, too. But, read on… Oy, vey. Talk about your navel gazing post. Sheesh. I only did this for you, MamaKat, because you prompted me, darn you, through your pretty much world famous Writer’s Workshop. 5 Things You Don’t Know About Me: I laugh loudly. But you can’t hear …
In No Particular Order: 1. Thousands of jellyfish, floating underneath the swimming pool raft that I was lying on, belly down, in the Adriatic. I could not put a finger or toe in the water without getting stung. Jellyfish don’t swim: they drift with the current. And so do air mattresses. 2. My then boyfriend/soon-to-be-fiancée’s …
(I borrowed the title for this post from a line from: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”, a poem by T. S. Eliot) My baby boy hadn’t eaten a huge variety of solid foods at all when these pictures were taken. He’d been nursed for quite a while, and then gradually switched over to …