Some of you may know that my coffee is the first thing I reach for in the morning. That and coffee creamer. This morning was no different until I found that I was OUT of coffee!! Stop the presses and rewind, yep - OUT OF COFFEE! Call the national guard or someone! As I was … Continue reading Coffee…
I just saw a cute post on Facebook. It had a Halloween themed picture of a witch riding a broom. Captioned "Why, yes I can drive a stick!" made me chuckle and of course reminded me of a story. Several years ago my brother Harvey and I decided that we would go to my Aunt … Continue reading Female fools
Friday nights thru the ages (MY ages)!! 20's – who has the best (cheapest!) happy hour? Dancing so good and looking so fine! No better way to spend my time!! 30's – who is hanging out at Dimples (local bar) Friends and drinking what better way to spend my time? 40's – what time is the … Continue reading Old Age…Yep it is here! I thought it would take longer.
Wow, facebook seems to be agog for the football season. I will stand for the flag when ever it is presented that is my privilege earned by many many brave men and women. I think that they are little confused between rights and consequences. They have the right to do what they are doing … Continue reading Rights vs Consequences
The shadows are long, and the chore list is short(er) than it was this morning. Ok unless you are living in a cave or just not reading my blog you might not know that I am trying to "Grow where I send thee!". So I am trying to be countryfied. This means that a lot … Continue reading Weening Day 1 & 5
All gave some and some gave all.... and some of the ones that gave the most are the ones that are still giving. Veterans in WWI and WWII called it shell shock. Today they call it PTSD. It means they have seen and done things that will never leave them. I have to say that … Continue reading All Gave Some…
Not sure if I will post this or not. But I just have to write it down. When I was in about 7th or 8th grade I had an English teacher that I thought was really nice. She was a little Irish woman with an accent. Every St. Patrick's Day she would have a big … Continue reading Writing