I thought it only fitting to dedicate this column to My Dad in honor of Father's Day. So, let me tell y'all about my Daddy. There's not enough space here to tell the world what an amazing, wonderful, inspiration you are to me, Daddy, and even summing it up with a few short words doesn't begin to give you the love and honor you truly deserve. My Dad is not just the greatest Dad ever, but a whole lot of things to me - most importantly he is my very best friend and buddy and my partner ...
Summer seems to have arrived a little early this year and I prefer to stay inside as much as possible. I can already feel a bit of the summertime blues creeping in, but when it's this humid and hot it doesn't take long. Opie and Little Bit are content to lounge around being lazy except for the occasional squirrel that gets their dander up for a good chase. Even Sassy the cat has lost his desire to venture outside occasionally for a little catting around. When I find myself with a little extra time on my hands, I ...
When I took on the assignment of a regular column, I had no intentions of writing about politics and current events, but recent events have gotten my dander up, so here I go again with my two cents worth. I was very hesitant in writing about the death of Osama bin Laden because it's getting enough media attention as is and emotions are high, but there are important issues surrounding this that cannot be ignored.
There are some holidays that should last longer than others and I think Mother's Day and Father's Day should be at the top of the list. Another Mother's Day has arrived to honor our Mother and remind her how very special she is. We scurry, scrounge and scramble searching for that perfect gift, perfect card or token of affection to express our love and no matter the gift, your Mom always smiles not expecting or wanting anything more than just your love.
I'll bet you had no idea I was a preacher (and neither did I even though I've been told I'm not bad at it). It isn't my intention to preach, but be forewarned that I'm going to get on my soapbox and what I'm gonna say is probably gonna offend some folks and ruffle some feathers. Sometimes folks need to have their feathers ruffled up and if I hit a nerve I'm not apologizing because that's exactly what I intended to do. I've given this a lot of thought and spent ...
I'm dedicating this column to a very special lady, my "Aunt Kat', in honor of her 90th birthday. I promised not to embarrass her too much and spill all the beans, but she's very special to me and I wanted to tell her and the whole world how special she is and how very much I love her.
I get to have a little fun with this column and talk about my family, which is one of my favorite things to do. They're not as excited about it and I'm sure I'm gonna have some kissing up to do to get back in the good graces of my family, but stories like these are worth sharing and this is a very special one.
This column should be quite interesting given that it was written on one of those sleepless nights that seem to occur too frequently these days. Ever have one of those? Mine seem to be happening more and more and you can just about set your clock by me.
There must be something in the air besides the scant traces of pollen I've seen already. Everywhere you go, everybody's got a big smile on their face. I reckon with the last traces of snow gone, the sneak peek of spring weather has everybody doing the happy dance. I keep warning y'all not to get too excited cause we're gonna have more wintry weather, whether you believe me or not.
As youngsters, we rush through life, eagerly and anxiously awaiting each new passage. As we get older, we marvel at how swiftly the days pass. In spite of this, there are things that remain unchanged and timeless. Those are the gifts that we've been given. Today, New Year's, is a perfect opportunity for reflection on such gifts.
Ready or not, Christmas is here. I'm one who isn't ready yet and probably won't be 'till a week after New Years. Seems like the holidays come and go so fast that by the time I'm ready for it, it's time to take everything down and pack it up till next year. My husband says I have too much stuff, but each little momento is special and I enjoy getting it all out every year.
If you think Walmarts are interesting during 'normal' daytime hours, you ain't seen nothing until you've been to Walmart after midnight.
My husband and I worked at Walmart for about two years when the first store opened in 1983, which is where we met. Some 24 years later, I went back to work at Walmart for three years, working overnight.