I was going to write about my weekend, which involved trees and rocks, raindrops and rainbow trout. However, when I went to upload pictures for the sweet little story I was going to tell, I found about fifty self portraits from my little sister:What the what?I believe, when one is gifted with such a large … Continue reading The Bemusing Muse
It's pumpkin time!We welcome Fall with orange pumpkins and yellow hayAnd a toddle through the Pumpkin Patch. Horray!Sheldon is now walking. Usually he is walking and dragging his stuffed bunny by the ear, but I don't have a picture of that yet.Tomorrow we will force him into a Toy Story Alien suit and introduce him … Continue reading Some Pumpkin Love and a WALKER!
So whilst I was away from my 'umble blog, a lot of you said you missed me. I was 'umbled. It got me to thinking though, thinking that we've never met. I thought about my Uncle Ron, Rondo, Ronnie, and how he loves my blog but was unimpressed by my real life presence. I am … Continue reading Me on a Tuesday: Textbook Narcissism and Absolute Silliness
"For us the windes do blow, The earth dost rest, heav'n move, and fountains flow. Nothing we see, but means our good, As our delight, or as our treasure:The whole is, either cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure."-George HerbertI'm practicing the art of seeing the wide world, this beautiful earthly home of ours. I'm … Continue reading The List I Wrote While Everyone Else Watched ‘National Velvet’
Crazy things happen on the farm.I spent a few days out at my parents walnut farm this week, where I lazed around and listened to chicken talk. They discussed the roosters, and the high cost of feed, and worried about the mysterious disappearance of eggs. They also conspired to lay their eggs in the woodpile, … Continue reading Tragedy at the Farm: Squeezie Donna Edition
I had a pet lamb when I was in junior high. It wasn't a project for 4-H, it was just a mutton-y creature I named Moochie. Moochie enjoyed eating grass and when she wasn't eating, she was baa-ing and bleating. Moochie was smelly. Moochie was stupid.My family packed up and took off for summer camp, … Continue reading Tragic Memories of the Farm: Stories Not Meant for the Vegetarian
*there isn't really a part one, so don't search for it. I am just continuing the saga from yesterday's post.Little Sister was always the achievement type. I think she took pleasure in excelling at things that I did not excel at. Things like, homework, good behavior, cooking, financial stability, and soccer. I was too busy … Continue reading How I Tortured My Little Sister in High School Part 2*