Lord and Lady Boonie living their Wild Life in the Woods. You know it’s spring here in the Boonies when the turkeys start showing up in your “yard” on a daily basis. (Well, we CALL it a yard. But it’s not really a yard. It’s the woods.) Turkey hunting season doesn’t begin in Tennessee till …
There are so many stories that this picture tells. Click for a closer look: maybe you’ll see them. This picture tells the story of an immense love shared by a young married couple: a love so deep that the young couple was willing to risk their very happy married-without-children lifestyle, to see what might happen …
Trying to act nonchalant. See this woman? See what’s behind her? Yeah, at this particular moment, she was feeling pretty darn good about herself. She was thinking that she, for some reason, had been allowed to hit the jackpot. Have you ever been someplace, gone someplace, and known that you had risen above your social …
Remember many years ago when Baby Jessica was stuck in a well? Remember how all America waited with bated breath for her to be released from her confinement? Or, more recently, remember those Chilean miners who were trapped in a mine in Chile (where else would you expect to find a trapped Chilean miner, I …
You probably think that’s a misplaced my apostrophe in my title, don’t you? And well you might! Unless…. You hail from Tompkinsville, Kentucky. In which case, I bet you lovie Dovie’s, too. For the uninitiated among us, let me give you the scoop on exactly why I lovie Dovie’s. Some of you who have been …
First: there was this Jack. My dear husband, the Big Bison, and I went through an addiction to the show “24”. Jack was always there, to save the day. No matter how dark or evil the terrorist, no matter how dear the cost to himself personally, Jack was a hero on whom America could depend. …
It snowed last night in the Boonies. I thought I would treat you all to a glimpse of the breathtaking beauty that we saw when we woke up this morning. All pictures were taken by my extraordinarily talented husband, the Big Bison, who totally rocks. P. S. You can click on them to make them …
My dear husband took these shots, of the Disabled American Veterans Honor Guard performing the Flag Folding and Presentation ceremony at my Uncle’s funeral. My uncle served during World War II, at the Panama Canal. The Flag Folding and Presentation Ceremony, as well as the 21 Gun Salute, was beautiful, and deeply moving. I cannot …
Pumpkin pie is typically dense, and heavy, but in this post, I’m going to teach you how to make the lightest, fluffiest pumpkin pie, ever. When I was a kid, I didn’t even ~like~ pumpkin pie. Till I made this one for my husband, on the first Thanksgiving that I hosted, all by myself. He …
I attended the funeral yesterday of a most wonderful man. He was a gentle man, and a gentleman in the true sense of the word: kind, hard-working, a devoted husband, and a loving father. It was the funeral of my Uncle A.J.. He was 89 years old when he passed from this life on the …
And I kind of suspect that my Deacon D. Dawg may be in the October of his life. But seasons are to be celebrated, so today, won’t you celebrate with me a beautiful October in the Boonies, as seen from off the balcony off my husband’s studio? As, I type this, it’s very early, and …
Isn’t that a cool picture? I told my dear husband, the Big Bison, the kind of picture I wanted for this post, and pointed out the microphone I wanted a picture of, and what background from his studio I thought would look cool, but that’s as much credit as I can take. My concept, his …
The last fruit of the Spirit is self-control. And why do I bring that up now? Well, if you’ve been reading my blog lately, you know that I have been doing a series of posts that involve some thoughts on the fruit of the Spirit. And self-control, the last quality listed in Galatians 5:23, might …
I guess I better get on this and spill the details before I forget any more of it than I already have. I believe I left off at the point where the Big Bison and I went back to the hotel to relax a bit and get ready for our BIG NIGHT. The unending coverage …
I told you so. I’ve been telling you for years. If you know me in real life, for YEARS I have been telling you that I have a bad dog. Here’s his mug shot, as he wears the Cone of Shame: Deacon D. Dawg has been trouble since Day One. For the first three years …