That's right folks, it is time for another adventure from the ranch! When we got our property, it was overrun with thistles. That first summer it was an everyday job to spray them with weed killer, made specially for them. We had pump up sprayers that you put the weed killer in, mix with water, … Continue reading Ants in your pants
A turtle walks into a bar, but the owner grabs it and throws it out. It came back five months later and yells, “Get your hands off me!” The phrase hands off implies the establishing of boundaries. It is behavior characterized by non-intervention and non-interference. My word for this year is Freedom. I am working … Continue reading Hands off!
I was stopped yesterday by three people in my town with a population of approx. 7500 souls. These three people were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Defined it is someone who runs around in a crazy, frenzied manner. Scientifically speaking, (this might get a bit graphic) after you decapitate the chicken, … Continue reading Probabilities
When I got home from work tonight, I began unloading the dishwasher. Sometimes mindless tasks calm me down. I've been agitated the last few days over the political unrest in America. I am taken aback by the hatred I see and hear. It can be overwhelming. So as I was taking out an agatized wood … Continue reading Agatized
I'd much rather be fishing right now, than shoveling snow. Standing on a green, grassy bank, a warm, soft breeze on my face, the babbling brook going by, the songs of birds in the trees. Instead, my trusty shovel and I are moving snow from one pile to another. Here's a haiku I wrote for … Continue reading Reel it in!
I am hereby serving you, (you know who or what you are) an eviction notice. You are to vacate my brain immediately and never return. Take all your junk with you; I don't need it anymore. You have occupied a space in my head for far too long. You are not paying me rent, and … Continue reading You’ve been served!
Hi. You've reached my machine. I'm unavailable to take your call right now, because I won the lottery and am sitting on a beach. “Oh cabana boy, please bring me another refreshing beverage and massage my feet.” My husband and I joke this would be the outgoing message at my office if we ever won … Continue reading Cabana Boy
God Still Speaks 