I don’t write very often about being angry, mostly because anger, unless you can make it somehow funny or self-deprecating. is not a very fun subject to record for Time
I don’t write very often about being angry, mostly because anger, unless you can make it somehow funny or self-deprecating. is not a very fun subject to record for Time
It’s late. We had a glorious weekend and I already wish I had more time with my husband, all the time. Rocky is once again in the shop, 160,00 miles
Hi horseys! I mean, hi kiddos! I mean, HI ADULTS! Wow, it’s nice to talk to someone who doesn’t have four hooves or who doesn’t need me for EVERYTHING. So,
I’m flakey because I’m BUSY, OK?! Holy cow. So today I ran from Job #1 to home where I was attempting to work on Job #3 until I have to
Except that I don’t know how to say “No, I’m busy enough already, thanks, and I would like a day to sleep in and eat carbs, please” so I will
Adam and I regularly have a freezer-full of assorted grass-fed beef, recently hunted elk and amazingly tasty wild boar, thanks to the generosity of our hunting and ranching relatives. Said hunks
Our lives have been a bit on the crazy side lately, which means that I have yet to fill you in on a very important development. I CHOPPED OFF ALL
(Well, not live, exactly, since they happened four days ago and I’m just now getting to it. But you know. Live enough. Live for me. Something like that.) Reba is
I love BBQ. Seriously. LOVE. Anything that tastes remotely like “smoky sweet Texas” means I’m in. (It also explains why I like kissing Adam so much, ba-dum-ching!) Because of this
“Right Round” by Flo Rida – Dancing through the kitchen, baking a cake, gettin’ my pole dance on. “Chant” by Peter Bradley Adams – Sounds awesome, but I’m not sure