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My niece Ashy calls me Auntie. When she was younger, she would draw it out with a long whine “aaauuuntie”. My husband and his brother started calling me that in a way to make fun. And it stuck. Now lots of friends call me auntie as well. I’ve been getting some comments and questions from… Read more
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Remember this little fellow? Henery Hawk from Looney Tunes. “I’m a chicken hawk and I smell chicken.” His agenda was to catch a chicken. Even though this cartoon was all fun and games, tonight I discovered this is a real life problem in my world. I know there is a hawk around this place where I live. Probably… Read more
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This chickie mama act is turning out to be a harder gig than you might imagine. The chicks are growing faster than hairs out of an old man’s ear. They have outgrown their square box, and I found it necessary to cut two boxes and tape them together at the ends to make a… Read more
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Today I’ve been convicted. Not of a crime, but of a wrong. Yesterday I blogged about the joy I felt when finding my dad’s writings in my storage building. The anxiousness and excitement I felt to read them. It was a treasure, how someone who had passed on could still speak to me. And then God was… Read more
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It’s Saturday. Which means I’m thinking of my dad today. He died on a Saturday. My sister nailed it when she compared it to a new born’s age. You count every day of their life. Here in the beginning stages of my dad’s passing, and our grieving, we count each day too. It’s been 12 days, It’s been… Read more
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A few years ago, I went to a training by a lady named Ruby Payne. She is reportedly an expert in studying the poor class and gives insight to understanding poverty. When I first took this class I was a fairly new teacher and I remember being fascinated by what I learned. I wanted to share it,… Read more
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I woke up this morning with a song in my head. It went something like this: I get knocked down, bum ,bum, bumbumbum, bum, bum, bumbumbumbumbumbum bum bum. As you can see, the lyrics escape me. As do most lyrics. For years, I thought Van Halen was saying “Animal” instead of “Panama”. Aniimmmaaalllll, Ani-ma-a-a-a-al! When… Read more
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It’s calving season out here on the Golden Spread. Spring is in the air. Trees are budding, tulips are blossoming, and heifers are birthing. Heifers are young cows, first-time mamas. I might even be as bold as to call them teenage mothers. Unwed, teenage mothers. My husband says you have to watch heifers closely because… Read more
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I walked down the hallways of my school today and the scent of strawberry shortcake assaulted my nose. Not that strawberry shortcake is a bad thing, quite the contrary. It wasn’t real strawberry shortcake however, someone was burning a candle, or had a smell-good of some sort in their room. The smell immediately took me back… Read more
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While others are being entertained by Monday night TV programming, I am entertained by a chicken. My husband has nicknamed me The Crazy Chicken Lady. I don’t care. Sticks and stones and all that jazz. Although videography is not my forte, and I am using my phone, and there is a red light in the… Read more
Angel Wheeler 