Random

Today I conducted a solemn ceremony in the hallway. I spent a few moments in silent memory of those gone before, recalling how they refreshed us and filled us with delight by their mere presence. But now they’ve vanished, and life must go on. I sighed. Then I reached out my hand and flipped the

My MINI has a crush on THIS CAR. (Thanks, Katy, for the link.)

We say, “forever and ever” — as though “forever” weren’t long enough.

After lunch I unwrapped a dark chocolate Dove Promise and, as always, read the “promise” printed inside the foil wrapper. Note: these little sayings do as good a job at making promises as fortune cookies do at telling fortunes. A typical fortune cookie these days provides lottery numbers and says something like, “Watch your cholesterol.”

“Alma Mater” is Latin for Cherished Mother. You’d think your “mother” would remember important things about you, like what you majored in. But Stephen F. Austin State University, my alma mater, is a little confused. It all started about ten years ago with a phone call. An SFA student–no doubt just trying to make a

The situation is worse than Rusty originally suspected. Despite an abundance of green grass, the cows are consuming five (5) large bales of hay per day. (NOTE #1: These are the round bales that are taller than me, not the squatty rectangular ones used as stage props or for hayrides. NOTE #2: I’m assuming this

Rusty says the cows are already getting their winter coats, and that means it’s going to be a cold winter. What I’m wondering is, how do the cows know?