what’s in a name? a lot. right? well I’ve been thinking I need a blog namea way to sign off.. our little rascals call me “momma”sisters call me “Betty Boss”Precious calls me “Karm”Daddy-O call me “Big girl”Cowboy Dan calls me by a variety of namesnone of which I think would be appropriatefor public viewingand Mrs. Smith is…
we exittalk MIL and POP to where we aretake out our atlasand beginthe Detour…. now rememberwe WERE on our way to my happy place….the beach. but nowwithin a few short minutesbecause of looming Tropical Storm Debbywe were headednorthnot south to the forestnot the seashore the Talledega National Forestto be more preciseand for those of you (including…
well..well..well Sunday mornin’Cowboy Danour two little rascalsMIL (remember that’s short for mother-in-law)POPand meheaded south for our annualbeach camping trip and yeswe were aware of looming tropical storm Debby butwe were hopingand Tucker praying without ceasingthat she would decide to head westas we headed south she didn’t. let me insert a quick note here…about 45 minutes…
remember I am realI don’t believe in accidentsI cherish my familyand LOVE the LORD! and because I am realI will share with youthat yesterday and todayI have been fightingthe “mulligrubs” you know?the “wah-wahs…” the “why is this happening to me right now?”the ” I don’t have time for this distraction?” but you you know what else?it’s…
remember I am realI don’t believe in accidentsI cherish my familyand LOVE the LORD! and because I am realI will share with youthat yesterday and todayI have been fightingthe “mulligrubs” you know?the “wah-wahs…” the “why is this happening to me right now?”the ” I don’t have time for this distraction?” but you you know what else?it’s…
yes I realize it’s the 9th and I’ve missed two days or maybe even three and I said I would post every day in September but as it turns out -some days we have to choose..and last night I chose my husband and a mushy gushy movie, Out of Africa and night before I chose…