This is going to be difficult to tell. Mostly because I am already laughing. It was unseasonably warm for mid-October. We were still riding with our windows down. This is something that people who live in small, country towns do--or used to do. I don't know about now, because I haven't lived there in over …
Continue reading If You Boys’ll Just Help Me Flip This Car Over….. (A Grandmothah Bennett Story)
Grandmothah Bennett was my step-grandmothah. She did not want her son to marry Mothah. He did anyway. She was pissed. He did not give a damn. She did come around after a few years 😉 I think..... Grandmothah Bennett would show up at Robin's Nest Farm (the name of my stepfathah's farm, and where …
Continue reading When You Get To Be My Age, Doll Baby, You Just Don’t Give A……
Wednesday morning, The Middle Child walked into my room dressed in business attire. I found this a little odd, since she was taking the PSAT and would not even see her business ed teacher. "Why the hell do you have that on?" I asked. "The teacher is going to actually check and see if …
I am a creature of habit. I do not like change. My Daddy is an architect, and when I was seven years old, he bartered his architecture services for a share in a condo at Litchfield Beach, SC. That condo is where I still vacation every year, even now, 38 years later. I am telling …
This is why I do not go on Pinterest very often. I do have an account. People do follow me. I am not sure why. Well, I think I actually do know why. My friends know that I am always working on something. I am sure that there are some people who think I am …
Continue reading The Damn Pinterest Beaded Chandelier Project From Hell
Mini Me has displayed tendencies of being a hypochodriac pretty much since day one. I say this in my own defense. In Mini Me's defense; however, I should probably say that he inherited said tendencies from, well, Me. Mothah loves to tell about how she would have just gotten us the hell out of the …
I must introduce you to The Middle Child. You have met Mini Me and you have sort of met The Baby. It's simply not fair for me to leave her out, for that is certainly giving power to the middle child syndrome, and I try very, very hard not to feed that. I do not …
Truman was a surprise. A happy surprise. I am working on the story that explains the interim between The Middle Child and Truman, but there are 6 years between The Middle Child and Truman and 10 years between Mini Me and Truman. Truman is really and truly "The Baby" in every sense of the word …
When Mini Me was a toddler, our relationship was volatile at best. We both wanted to make the rules. No matter how much of a fight I put up, he just would not back down. He was, and continues to be, one of the most stubborn children on the planet. Hell, I would bet all …
When Mini Me was two or so, I had an epiphany. I was in dire need of adult conversation. Mini Me was in dire need of child conversation....