To the alert Bible School Teacher who took me aside and told me she was worried about my four year old son, because he always ate his graham crackers in such a way as to form the shape of a “gun”, and then pretended to fire that gun? To that same woman, who scared the …
I know a girl. A sweet, wholesome, beautiful girl. Fresh faced and rosy cheeked, she has that natural kind of beauty that needs no adornment. Her soft spoken manner is accompanied by kindness, gentleness, and helpfulness. She’s the kind of girl who would make ANY mother proud. You’d never take her for someone with …
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 …
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 …
So apparently I’ve been living on another planet. When I signed up to go to Bloggy Boot Camp in Atlanta, I was really looking forward to visiting that fine city again. Sure, I’ve been to Atlanta before. I’ve enjoyed the friendliness of Atlantans, the wonderful shopping, the fine aquarium, and the World of Coke museum. …
As in, brace yourself: this might hurt a bit. I think I need one of those brace and bit things to rotoroot inside my sinuses. I need the power of Mr. Clean in a Neti Pot. Because all of this: Has been filled up with THIS: Prayers for a speedy recovery would be much appreciated.