My husband and I threw a dinner party Friday night. You might wonder at our audacity, since the last time I threw a dinner party, a rattlesnake showed up as the uninvited guest. The Uninvited Guest from our last dinner party. (Could I make this stuff up? And yes, this is the picture to prove …
Since the storms blew across many parts of our nation today, I thought I’d give you an update on how we fared in the Boonies of TN. Because it got a little exciting here. We heard that a couple of tornados had touched down in a town in the county that is just across the …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Remember that old saw? There ARE no small parts….Only SMALL ACTORS!!! My kids were in Lifesong Theatre Group’s smashingly spectacular production of Beauty and the Beast. Unfortunately for their Mama, they had teeny weeny parts. And you know how we Moms always feel our kids ought to be front and center on stage! But, my …
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 …
Do you see what I see? Said the night wind to the little lamb: “Do you see what I see? Way up in the sky, little lamb.” Well, how about it? Do you see what I see? I’ll bet you don’t. You probably see a lovely tree, covered in twinkling lights, surrounded by presents, with …
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 …
You’ll want to go here to give this a listen. Click on the star once you get there. “We play The Big Bison’s CD with dessert after the Thanksgiving meal: that’s when Christmas officially starts at our house. Because only a Philistine would start the Christmas season before dessert on Thanksgiving.” These are the words of …
(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 …
…and I love this boy. They grow up too dang fast, don’t they? Had my daughter’s 14th birthday celebration this weekend. We built a fire outside, and roasted hot dogs, and my husband got this shot of our 17 year old son, while the girls were roasting hot dogs. Just thought I’d share.