I’m in the process of drawing diagrams of my flowerbeds and what’s planted where. My mom and grandmother were so giddy about being here and helping me out that they’re coming back tomorrow morning, this time with my dad and a lawnmower in tow. I need the diagrams so I won’t spontaneously forget something’s brewing in the ground in a particular spot and plant something right on top of it. They brought me a good…
My mom, grandmother, and youngest nephew rolled in to town today just before I had to leave for work (booo work), and unloaded an SUV full of garden tools and bulbs and bits of rooty green things they’d plucked from the Triple T Farms soil. I gave them the grand tour of the house and we made several rounds through the yard, my mom and grandmother rattling off names of plants and trees I would…
Her birthday was actually Friday, but I’m wishing her a bloggy happy birthday as hard as I possibly can.
My pal Ashley gave me a box of BeanBoozled Jelly Bellys at Christmas and I finally put them to good use. Good use, of course, being watching my family writhe in anguish as they deciphered chocolate pudding vs. canned dog food, licorice vs. skunk, barf vs. fresh peach. We had an absolute ball. I took some really long, unedited, shaky video. Enjoy, if fun is your thing. Family vs. Jelly Bean from Lindsey Turner on…
Because I do. Er, did. When we were babies. Before he had a beard. Thanks, Grandmaw, for the awesome pics of Dad you sent me today!
The youngest nephew is into fishing. The same way I am into ruining television and movies and roadtrips by identifying any typeface that passes in front of my eyes. I went out to the pond with him Monday afternoon and watched as he cast his line over and over into the brown water, only pulling back leaves and plugs of algae. Even his traditionally lucky spot behind the discarded tire yielded nothing, where the day…
The family had its Christmas Day giftapalooza Sunday when I could be there. I got digital photo frames for my parents, grandmother, and sister, and everyone seemed to like them (especially when I loaded up jump drives with hundreds of photos so they didn’t have to do the heavy lifting, although some people didn’t hesitate to critique the photos I had chosen for display; note to self — Grandmaw does not appreciate my “art” shots).…
I’m a godless liberal heathen and he loves me anyway. Against his better judgment. Photo by my sister.
Scene: In pasture by pond, youngest nephew fishing. Me: That horse is about to poop! Youngest nephew: Huh? Me: Its tail is raised! Awww, it went behind a tree. How modest. Youngest nephew: Ew, did you want to watch it? Me: Kinda! Youngest nephew: [horrified expression]
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