The Cars In My Life – Part One

Continuing with my questions from Joey, he asked “What was your first car? What was your favorite car when you were young?”. I had no idea until I starting writing that those questions would bring back so many memories. The first car I can remember was a white four-door Rambler that daddy and mama drove….

Don’t Shoot Me Yet!

First of all, I want to say that I love my mama. I love her dearly. She is my friend and my mama. She is precious to me. Absolutely precious. That being said, oh … my … God! I feel that I should go ahead and apologize to my children while I am still of…

My Selfish Mistake

Joey tells me that I should write about whatever is on my mind. To not worry about anyone who may be reading my blog. That it shouldn’t matter if you don’t like it or even if you are offended by it. I must admit that’s a little hard for me. I care about people. And…

Blessed Beyond Measure

Oh my God! Dandruff can lead to death? Taylor Belle was sitting beside me on the couch, reading her health book while doing her homework. And that was what she thought she read. I gave her that look that I guess mamas give their children sometimes. She said it a second time. Dandruff can lead…

More Questions From Joey

Continuing on with my questions from Joey – In what ways do you think I am like you? Not like you? Well that’s an easy one. All of your good stuff – that’s from me. All the not so good – obviously from your dad. Seriously though, the traits I am most proud of in…

Guilt Trip

I was sitting in my bathroom, getting ready to go work at a wedding. You know, the usual getting ready stuff, fixing my hair and putting on some makeup. Mason came to the bathroom door and told me that Grandma and Grandpa were here. I was kinda surprised. Mama doesn’t come by to visit very…

Slumber Party

Taylor Belle has a few of her girlfriends over to spend the night as part of what has turned out to be her week-long birthday celebration. She is really excited. In fact, they are all excited and acting like little girls rather than the sixteen year olds that they are. I understand though. Even at…

Being A Goober

Taylor Belle came down the stairs, ready to go, and asked if she looked ok. I glanced over at her and said yes. She looked nice. And then, I looked again. She was dressed like me. Almost exactly like me. In fact, I went on to notice that not only was she dressed like me,…

My Mama

You probably don’t know my mama. But I kind of wish you did. Mama retired from her job last week. She recently turned seventy-five, and is very anxious about starting this new chapter in her life. Mama has always been nervous about change. And this is a huge change, so it is understandable. Mama’s department…