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
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?
Wow It really is hard to find barbed wired that is still in use. Maybe because of things like this story!!You know I really should stay off of the internet – or at least Facebook. I saw a photo that exclaimed “Barbed wire, tearing jeans and ripping skin since 1867.” AND guess what?? Yep, I … Continue reading Barbed wire, tearing jeans and ripping skin since 1867
The Filling Station in Kirk isn't open all year and only Tuesdays thru Fridays 11:30 A.M. to 1:30 P.M. it is well worth the wait. I had a bacon cheese burger... heavenly. Thick bacon and cheese that was just gooey enough with out being drippy. John had a "Alamo" it looked great and the portions … Continue reading Kirk, Colorado is the place to be!!
Yep, I learned how to drive the 4 wheeler. I am really good at it!! Well, I would be if I was a "Jackrabbit"! Yep, smooth not in the vocabulary yet. But I did manage to get it turned around. See those bales in the background? I managed to get around them in a field … Continue reading Guess what I learned today?!?!?
Delta via Daily Prompt: Passenger I started a blog. Doesn't everybody? The worst part? finding people who want to read what I write. I joined another blog. Which I don't understand, but it gave me a one word prompt to try to start blogging daily. Not sure I am that interesting but here it goes. … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Passenger
Now most of you know that I grew up in the Denver Metro area. I went and visited my family on the farm in South Dakota. Being born in Mitchell, SD. How ever we moved while I was still and infant. Actually that is the reason we moved, my asthma. On these trips I admit … Continue reading Getting above your raisin’