I had a dream. And not in the Martin Luther King way. This dream in no way will or has affected anyone but me. It’s not life altering and altruistic … Continue reading The Grand Finale?
I had a dream. And not in the Martin Luther King way. This dream in no way will or has affected anyone but me. It’s not life altering and altruistic … Continue reading The Grand Finale?
2 blogs in one week?! What are we doing, Kellie? What can I say, it’s either feast or famine around here. And sometimes when inspiration strikes, ya just gotta roll … Continue reading No Hands, No Hands!
Disclaimer: Maybe I’ve already told this story but I’m old, I can’t remember and I don’t feel like looking back to either confirm or deny. And it’s a story that … Continue reading Your Mom
Apparently you’re supposed to make lemonade, but I’d rather just take to the interwebs with all my woes. You’re welcome. What’s the latest in Jones Family woes, you didn’t ask? … Continue reading When Life Hands You Lemons…
Well. I did it. I applied for a job. I interviewed for a job. I took a job. I showed up at a job. I even completed my first week … Continue reading You Ain’t Gotta Go To Work Work Work
5 years ago today at approximately 5:30 am, a 37 year old married father of two took his last breath on this Earth. He had the good grace (or audacity … Continue reading Got Wood?
“How are you?” In the words of my father, every time you ask him anything, that’s a loaded question. And it’s one that I keep getting, as we all do. … Continue reading Empty Nest Ish
You know that old saying “that which doesn’t kill us only makes us stronger?” Super cliche. Super makes you want to roll your eyes when you hear it? Supper annoying? … Continue reading Birth Mother
November 12 came and went again. Nothing major. Just the anniversary of the ol’ hubby’s death. I spent half the weekend drunk and half the weekend drowning in anger and … Continue reading 4 Years Post Mortem
I’m not looking to get into any kind of debate here. We all have our beliefs, and we all have our doubts and we probably all hate ourselves a little … Continue reading Are You There, Ash? It’s Me, Kellie