In Memory of my Dad #14

Gremlins sit at my elbow, grinning inanely at me as I try to work. Try to be interesting and hold the reader by the hand, leading him or her through a myriad of words. Sometimes I think writing a column is the hardest form of work there is. Certainly, it’s harder than laying pipe. It’sContinue reading “In Memory of my Dad #14”

Summertime and the Living is Easy

School’s out for summer! Sing it Alice, sing it. Just in case you’re wondering, that’s not me on the last day of school.  That’s Alice Cooper, but even I admit the resemblance is uncanny. Today I woke up and literally jumped for joy.  My beloved husband said, “Does this mean you’re going to be inContinue reading “Summertime and the Living is Easy”

Noughts and Crosses

Yesterday I popped off about teaching my chicken to beat me at tic tac toe. Maybe you didn’t pay attention to that comment or maybe you snickered or maybe you thought I was making stuff up. When J-Dub mentioned playing tic tac toe against a chicken one time at a fair, I figured he was full ofContinue reading “Noughts and Crosses”

Life is But A Blob of Wetness

It’s calving time again here on the ever so windy plains of Texas. While the rest of the world is bombarded with severe weather, we remain rainless. And windy. And oh-so-very dirty. Today was field day at my school and when we left there, after battling wind gusts of up to 50 mph,  and noContinue reading “Life is But A Blob of Wetness”

Birthing Babies

My husband, whose Superman cape is presently hanging in the closet while he lounges in his Lazy Boy has a pretty in-depth resume’.  Among his many talents include cowboss, gourmet chef, drumming dynamo,  and husband extraordinaire.  But most recently, he has added foal nanny.  The ranch he works for decided to buy a horse.  A horse who happened to be pregnant.  TheContinue reading “Birthing Babies”

Fit Throwing at its Finest

This morning I had a fit.  A wall-eyed, screaming MiMi, all-out tizzy fit.  The ugliest kind you can imagine.  Raised voice. Words that need to be beeped out.  Irrational behavior.  I might’ve even stomped my foot.  Actually I’m pretty sure I stomped my foot.  More than once.  I don’t even know what triggered it.  I have surmised eitherContinue reading “Fit Throwing at its Finest”