Boys vs Girls OR The Great Placemat Problem

There is a lot of hype about gender these days.  Boys, girls, men, women, other, used to be, identify with both, whatever.  I am a girl.  Or, at nearly 35 years old I guess I should call myself a woman.  But that just sounds funny to me.  I identify with ‘girl’.  So there!  Ha!  I…

Wicked Walk ~ Labor Day 2017

Good afternoon, dear reader!  I’ve been away for quite some time, trying to get back into the swing of things.  While I was gone, WordPress changed formats so I’m thoroughly confused.  Therefore, if this post looks bad, isn’t centered or whatever……I’m sorry.  I don’t do change well and I’ve had a lot of them thrown…

My Sofa and Sugar Cube

I am sitting on my new-to-me sofa.  It is in my new living room and I’m staring at a blank wall that will one day house a book shelf, television, various geodes, paintings and an elk shed or two.  Two only if I find another one, ha!  I have the internet.  It is amazing.  We aren’t…

To Build a House

When my husband and I began this adventure called “Building a House”, everyone said it would be stressful, cost more and take much longer than we expected.  Boy, were they right!  In my springy, starry-eyed optimistic brain, I thought, “Pooh, we’ll be in by Christmas!” That didn’t happen. As I am staring down February in…

Wicked Walk 1/14/2017

My first walk of 2017 was short and rather uneventful.  I had spent the morning planting shrubs, sanding various wooden objects and listening to Hair Bands on Pandora.  Some of the best advice I ever received was to go ahead and pay the 4.99 a month for commercial free radio.  It’s insanely better. Anyway, I…

Wild Game

With Thanksgiving a very recent memory, I would like to reflect on what I am thankful for.  I realize, as I troll social media and the internet, not everyone approves of hunting. Or raising your own food.  And, I find it rather funny, that I was not a hunter until I met my husband in my…

House Progress!

Let me first express how happy I am to finally be having a house built.  I’ve been dreaming and drawing my house the way other little girls plan their weddings.  For. Years. Albeit, it is not my low-country cottage with enclosed porches and a library like Belle had in Beauty and the Beast, but hey. …