Sometimes I just don’t understand how people can be so selfish. I mean, life is supposed to be a two-way street, right? You share the road? Give and take? But no, it’s just one person after another honking and cursing and trying to run you off the road. I don’t know if I can take […]
Bumps in the road of life. Read More »
To my journal friends: If you actually read the preceding looooong travel diary entries, you deserve some sort of marvelous prize. Feel free to suggest one, and I’ll consider awarding it to you. Then I’ll probably laugh. And now we return to our regularly scheduled program of whatever Jeanne happens to feel like writing on
Wednesday evening I was preparing dinner when George leaned against the counter and said, “Don’t put too much garlic in that chicken. I’m going to prayer meeting tonight.” “Oh, okay. Don’t want your breath blowing everyone away.” “Yeah. Craig likes for us all to pull our chairs into a close circle so that our heads
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We arrived home yesterday after five days in the Colorado mountains where they were having a bit of a heat wave. Yeah. Almost 80 degrees for the high. I had to wear sun screen instead of a jacket when we biked from Vail Pass to Avon. Hard times. Now we’re back in the East Texas
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I was sitting in the armchair in our bedroom reading when I heard a scritchy-scratchy, fluttery sound coming from inside a dresser about five feet away. This can only mean one of two things. A mouse or a roach. In Texas the two are about the same size. Roaches around here are not only huge,
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As busy as Mike Snyder stays, I hardly know how he has time for playground games. Nevertheless, he tagged me, and now I’m “it” until I post this meme. Here’s the (mostly true) scoop from A to Z. Accent: Texas (I like to think it’s on the gentler, less obnoxious end of the spectrum.) Best
I won’t try to explain the mood that prompted what I’m about to share with you. Let’s just say I’m pretty sure I don’t have a future in photo journalism. (Actually, you can blame Grace for the photography and the “models.” I just created the story, if you can call it that.) Meet Gingergreg. After
Worth a thousand words. Or not. Read More »
Last night I dreamed that the song “Take the Skinheads Bowling” was written and performed by Mike’s Chair specifically for playing when someone is being intubated. It seemed important at the time.
Happy Mother’s Day Read More »
This morning I dropped by Mike Snyder’s blog and watched an amazing video of Chris Bliss juggling. You can view it HERE. I was so impressed I applauded at the end, even though I’m pretty sure Chris couldn’t hear me. Then I thought, “Luke would enjoy this, especially the drum sequences.” So I e-mailed him
And you thought your life was a juggling act. Read More »
All the spectators can do is get comfy and wait. Would someone please pass the popcorn?