Jason
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I’ve known my husband since I was eleven years old and he was twelve, that’s how it is in a small town. My family ran onto some hard times and had to move to the po’ side o’ town. That’s the poor side of town for those who aren’t from there. You’ve heard the joke…..we were… Read more
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Yesterday, EK went to work with J-Dub. He’s breaking her in young. He documented their day with pictures. Read more
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Today my sweet husband turns 38 years old. Remember when you were a little kid and made homemade cards? I’m still doing that. Especially after I’ve already gotten home from town and forgotten the dang thing. He’s not home yet, because he’s still working. That’s what he does. Works his butt off. The word… Read more
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My husband, J-Dub, is a music nut. He can tell you a song after hearing 2 notes played. He knows the lyrics, the artists, the name of the album, and the year it was released. I, on the other hand, am a music flunkee. I make up lyrics. Whatever sounds close, that will work for me. I mistake… Read more
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She’s 12 today. A beautiful joy. Even with a wad of orange gum in her mouth. She asked if she could have a marble cake. Sure, you can. And then she looked at her grandmother, and in her best 12-year-old, you’ve-got-to-be-kiddin-me, pre-teen, on-the-verge-of-knowing-everything voice, she said “You know that’s a KIND of a cake, not a cake with real… Read more
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This morning I stumbled out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen, poured myself a cup of ambition, yawned and stretched and tried to come alive. Not really. It’s Saturday. I slept later than usual, I awoke refreshed and feeling great, and meandered to the bathroom. Then I peeked out the window to see if… Read more
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Last night I attempted cooking, which in and of itself is a feat. I can honestly say, of the things I have been complimented, cooking is not one of them. There are people who are renowned simply for being a good cook. If their name comes up in conversation, people’s eyes roll back in their heads as they… Read more
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A couple days ago, my husband shoveled us out of the snow. It was just in the nick of time too. I believe with my all of my being that he was on the verge of having a full on attack of deliriousness as a side effect of the cabin fever he’d developed after being cooped in the house. It’s like we were living in The Shining. We… Read more
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I have a new BFF today. He’s my good pal. My buddy. My friend. He’s a little furry. And maybe a little smelly. But I don’t mind at all. Especially today, when he doesn’t see his shadow. I’m ready for an early spring. Here’s some pictures of our world. Yesterday it was 5° at 5:30… Read more
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There comes a time in every cowboy’s life when the question arises as to whether or not a cow is pregnant. But only dudes say pregnant. Real cowboys say bred. For fear of embarrassing my husband, I shall only speak in cowboy lingo for this blog. So try to keep up, okay? Recently we acquired a cow that was… Read more
Angel Wheeler 