Wicked Walk 12/24/2014

Christmas eve is a day I love.  Christmas eve is spent at my grandparents, which is where I spent much of my childhood.  I am joined there each December 24th by my aunties, uncles, cousins, my cousins children, my brother, sister, parents and pets of various species.  We visit, cook, laugh, catch up and take…

The Winds of Change.

I adore my chickens.  To me they are precious and irreplaceable, kinda of like my daughter.  Only I love my daughter way more.  I haven’t been able to spend as much time as I would like with either one of them.  As a retail slave I’ve been serving the public for 14 years, 11 of…

My husband loads the dishwasher.

I have a husband that loads the dishwasher, sometimes more than once a week!  I know, I know, I shouldn’t boast.  But hey, I’m a lucky girl and I know it. But. When he loads the dishwasher is looks like a random splattering of dishes, no rhyme or reason whatsoever.  I can not abide this. …

The Day After……

You know all the months and dollars spent preparing for Christmas?  The wonder, the excitement?  And then what happens?  I’ll tell you what happens.  It is all over in less than 20 minutes and you spend the afternoon burning boxes and going thru wrapping paper to make sure any cash and/or gift cards don’t make…

Wicked Walk 12/17/2014

As I pen this post I find it hard to believe that one week from now you will be reading this and it will be Christmas eve!  I also find it hard to believe that on this very wicked walk I got completely and totally lost.  Now I KNEW where I was in the sense…

Christmas is like Elk Season.

Christmas and elk season are a lot alike in my book.  Each year we know they are coming, the dates are etched on the calendar and in our minds effortlessly.  The entire year seems to revolve around October and December.  As soon as one year passes the next year immediately begins forming plans and yet…

I have a Friend.

I have a friend and her name is Amanda.  She is funny, out-going, talented, thoughtful, forgetful and completely adorable.  She is my opposite.  I am neither funny nor outgoing, I am thoughtful (I think), I am not forgetful (although I did forget to go to work one time but that is another post) and I’m…