A little about me and my crazy world
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, …
Last night I stepped back in time. I have to be honest...part of me didn't want to go. Bittersweet memories I didn't want to have, and emotions I didn't want to feel. My lifelong friend, Miranda, drove in town for this moment, and I could not tell her no in going. Our former church was …
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 …
Hard to believe tomorrow is Christmas Eve. While I enjoy seeing my grandchildren open presents, I am also a tad content when it’s all over. If you come to my house on December 26, you can bet my tree will already be down. I’m notorious for taking the tree down on Christmas. I get that …
Holidays can be the most bittersweet time of year. With my mom, my birthday and Christmas are the hardest for me when it comes to missing my mom. My mom loved Christmas cards. I mean LOVED Christmas cards. When I was growing up, she and my aunt would have a contest of who received the …
My hunka hunka said I should blog about my dad. I thought I would have a hard time trying to put my thoughts into words, but I gave it my best. My dad enjoys telling the story of when I was born. It was 3:54 am on a Monday morning. He wasn't allowed in the …
I'm OCD. I'm a weirdo. Together those two personalities make a perfect combination preparing Thanksgiving. My Thanksgiving menu is standard. I have it down to a science. More than two weeks beforehand I print my recipes, schedule, and go grocery shopping. I lay out all my recipes on the dining room table, put a dish …
Spent a cold day at Lincoln State Park celebrating the parents who gave me my hunka hunka. I walked Gracie Mae through a wooded area. While it was peaceful at the moment, I just cannot imagine myself camping here. Oh heavens no. Roughing it for me is running out of hot water in my hotel …
Do you ever hear nicknames of someone that is not quite close to their given name and wonder where it came from? How did the name become a part of that person? Who gave it? Is it sentimental, silly, or just is? People wonder that about me, but don't always ask. I love the story …
