Yesterday was my brother's birthday. Chubs passed away February 10, 2008. Every time I see a cardinal, I know it's him. Many birthdays I have now spent without him. I find solace in knowing Moma is with him now. I even found a feather while I was out walking at lunch yesterday. I know it's …
Yesterday was my birthday. Today has been two years. Two years since God called my sweet mom home. My mom died 2 hours and 50 minutes after my birthday. My dad said she held on long enough so she wouldn't pass on my actual birthday. I tend to believe it's true. Even though she didn't …
Summer is at its best today in the midwest: hot and humid. I love it. I'm not a fan of snow and ice so this is just fantastic. I sat outside this afternoon while Gracie Mae huffed and puffed making her go potty. That little diva just cannot deal. While I was sitting outside, I …
I love writing about people dear to me. My hunka hunka’s history has been told a few times over. Honestly it’s hard to always find the words. I have sat down many times to write a blog, but just can't express all my feelings. I started this blog many months ago, but determined to finish …
Saturday mornings are my favorite radio listening time. I crank up the radio as I drive to see my dad. There are two stations who play the older country music. WRAY played a lot of songs this year dedicated to Father's Day. I enjoyed many of the songs they played. If you are a country …
Yesterday was hot. In my area, we are known for our super hot and humid summers. Springs are filled with insane allergens. The winters are always unpredictable. I love the heat. The hotter the better. We have made it through the last little winters we experience in the spring. Blackberry winter is typically the final …
I think it’s been a little over a week since I’ve written a blog. Actually this is my first blog this month. Being a motherless daughter sucks. This time of year double sucks. And for me it sucks the most. Today is my mom's birthday. She would have been 75. Her birthday always falls on …
I have been told different stories of what people were doing when I was born. My dad always calls on my birthday at the exact moment I was born to tell me his version. I remember my mom would tell me how difficult of a birth I was for her. Lucky her! My brother, Chubs, …
What a week, or actually two weeks in hindsight, this has been! I'd ask for a mulligan, but in reality, I'm just ready to charge forward. Two weeks ago my dear friend contacted me to tell me her daughter was killed in a tragic way. Shocking and devastating. There are no other words. Earlier this …
Seems to be a running joke if you’re from Kentucky, you use your fingers to count. When you run out of fingers, you use your toes. Everyone assumes in Kentucky, we run around barefoot all the time. We learned how to count using our fingers and toes. Funny as it sounds, I’m used to the …
