This is the day in America where blessed individuals commit one of the deadly sins - gluttony: overindulgence of food, family, and football. I love the cooking side of the food...and I sure do love me some football. The family part...yeah...I'm struggling with that this year. As you know, if you follow my blogs, I …
I can't believe tomorrow will be three weeks since Jim passed. I miss my brother more than I ever imagined. We talked every single day for so long. Even last night I saw something I wanted to ask him about...I went as far as pulling out my phone to text. As soon as I saw …
This morning (9/21/20) I lost my job. I knew for a couple months I was going to, but I just didn't know exactly what date I would be fired. Folks on the outside looking in may not realize how important my job was to me. I never expressed it, but it was the toughest and …
I hate when Mother's Day approaches being a motherless daughter. This year is a double whammy to me. My mom's birthday falls on Mother's Day this year. My heart just can't take that. I was going to wait on writing a blog for that day, but figured I would get my thoughts out now and …
I like to plan ahead. Just my nature. I have my thanksgiving meal all sorted and planned out. If I could cook it now, I would. I nearly have all my Christmas bought. Tonight I started wrapping. Don't know if I'll put up a tree or not, but since I'll be taking the gifts elsewhere, …
I've been reading lately folks who write their own obituaries before they die. The quirky ones go viral. Each time I read one, I always think to myself, "I want to write my own." Why not?! Most recently a coworker's uncle passed. She said he didn't write his obituary, but he did plan his own …
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 …
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 …
