It can probably be said that I was always sassily truthful in my younger years. I am probably lucky to have survived many a spanking from my dad's 2x4 hands as well as "long-distance" kicks to the seat of my pants from dad's Frankenstein size twelves. Can't believe I just said that Image by StockSnap … Continue reading Was That Supposed to Hurt?
Fishing rods, baseball caps, and stuffed bears. This might sound to you like I am making a list at a thrift store or local Good Will, but I am not. These three items were the key ingredients for some hilarious, good, clean fun. It was a crisp fall evening and I could feel some mischief … Continue reading Fishing Rods, Hats, and Stuffed Bears
I am basking in sheer joy, remembering all the fun of scaring my brother Jason. How do I even convey the merriment that resulted from all the planning and plotting? The quiet moments I patiently waited in his closet or under his bed. The restraint I mustard to crawl slowly into his room to scare … Continue reading The Joy of Scaring My Brother
My mother had had enough. She was sick of me and my brother fighting, and not getting ready for school. So without delay, she launched down the hallway to our rooms. The determined pounding of her feet let us know her last nerve had been frayed and we were on her "list". Photo Credit Free-Photos … Continue reading Hostess Honey Bun Saved The Day
The cold roast beef sandwich might be popular with some, but not with this girl. This sandwich often made its way into my "Welcome Back Kotter" metal lunch pail. My dear mother was a good steward of every bit of food in the refrigerator. Spying last nights roast beef, she lovingly made me a sandwich … Continue reading The Cold Roast Beef Sandwich