Chickens Don’t Swim

I want to know.  Are the poor decisions kids make out of innocent thinking or sheer ignorance?  Take for example my sweet Addie, lover of chickens, worms, snails, slugs, tadpoles, horses, the color pink, Third Day Christmas songs, mud and stuffed animals.  All-in-all what you would call a smart, cute, well-rounded child.  Plays the piano,…

Dude, I went to a Biker Rally

My mom has a picture of me when I was about 6 years old, riding my dad’s Harley with him.  That was the coolest I’ve ever been and the pinnacle of my biker days.  Except for a brief period in my early 20’s when I found myself in possession of a “crotch rocket” I couldn’t…

Wicked Walk 5/20/2015

I was in Nacogdoches yet again for work and Addie was my helper for the entire 10 hour day.  After we closed down the store we needed to stretch our legs a bit and since it wasn’t raining, thank God, we went over to the arboretum at Stephen F. Austin state university.  SFA happened to be the location…

A Herd, a Girl and a Bee

These pictures I took Easter weekend at my grandparents house.  It is Memorial Day.  I know I’m behind.  I’m sorry. Enjoy.  🙂  I love holiday weekends. And spring. And Texas. And my grandparents. And clover.  And America. Have a great Memorial Day and thanks to all those who have and those who still are sacrificing themselves for…

First Outing

Remember those adorable chicks I introduced y’all to last month?  Well they have been growing like crazy and were REALLY ready to bust out of their little crate alongside their mother.  So I let them out to explore the world they hatched into and while doing so discovered something.  Baby chickens are the most difficult thing…

Wisteria

Yes. I know I should have posted this a month ago.  But it was either now or wait until next April.  Or I guess I could have waited until October and shocked your eyeballs with a blast of purple.  Then again the rapture may happen this summer and you would never see the glory that was…

Wicked Walk 5/13/2015

Piglet, Winnie-The-Pooh’s best friend, paddles furiously to a tune that goes something like this “And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down and Piglet started bailing!  He was unaware while a’top his chair while bailing he was sailing….” as poor Piglet floats right out of his house, out of his yard and is carried…