Nope you read it right - Gruel. Watery paste that has little or no taste. Our family history seems to have several versions of food related stories. Let me start with the oldest ones first: Grape Jelly: A delicious concoction made from grape juice and sugar. Or honey. Cheap and with home made bread a … Continue reading Gruel… and other family history.
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…
Remember when the back yard dirt pile and a vivid imagination was all it took to build an entire city? The little tractor a good push and boom, the road was instantly made. Living on the ranch/farm means taking care of the land. Hard work but it keeps us off the streets! There is a … Continue reading Real life Tonka Toys
Well, once more I sit down and take pen in hand. Well, how about keyboard on lap? What ever I have new things to write about! The ranch is getting a face lift. How about an up grade? Well, anyway something is going down out here! What is it I can hear you ask. (NO, … Continue reading Solar Power Update! At the bottom….
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
Yet another story from my klutzy childhood. It is amazing to me now that I made it out of childhood alive!! and guess what this one doesn't even have my BROTHERS to blame it on! We lived on a street with a big hill. One summer day the girls down the street were riding their … Continue reading Spoke vs. Ankle?
Various people have various opinions on what "full growed" means. In cultures that have Quinceanera it is when your daughter turns 15 she is a woman . 16 means drivers license, 18 means voting, 21 means drinking. From there you have all the big 0's. You know 30, 40, 50 and as I have recently discovered 60!! One of the markers in my Dad's mind was drinking coffee...black coffee! So by that means of measure I am still in puberty! I drink what I like to call my ranchers coffee. Enough sugar to choke a horse and enough milk to drain a cow.