Rechewed Saltine Balls & Other Childhood Food Memories
Today’s post is inspired by my hike, my hunger and the need to remember some things before dementia sets in.
Today’s post is inspired by my hike, my hunger and the need to remember some things before dementia sets in.
How morbid is that? I woke up this morning, thinking about my mom. Today would’ve been her 83rd birthday.
Here is another funny. Why wait for big things to happen before I blog. The little things keep me grinning.
How’s that for a title? If I don’t record all the day-to-day little funnies, I tend to forget them…
Why does one who ran away to Idaho to live out her fairytale with her prince charming, find Valentines so distasteful? I’m glad you asked.
Nothing says Happy Valentines, like heart-shaped moose poop!
They named a beer after it. How cool is that? Funny thing is, there has been no brown ale consumed here, nor any cabin fever either.
How’s that for a catchy post title? Not to be confused with Jimmy Buffet’s parrot heads or Mr. Potato Head.
Even as a teen-ager (I’m now 47), I had the desire to be “off the grid”. I can’t say now what inspired such an idea in that immature young mind. Guess I’ve always been something of the independent sort. However, today, there are a number of reasons that come to…
I never expected to live IN the clouds, just another perk God’s given us.