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?
Tag: Love
No Hands, No Hands!
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!
History Always Repeats Itself
That’s what they say, isn’t it? The illustrious “they” to whom I’m always referring but actually have no clue who “they” are. I think it’s maybe just the majority of … Continue reading History Always Repeats Itself
Your Mom
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
When Life Hands You Lemons…
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…
You Ain’t Gotta Go To Work Work Work
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
Got Wood?
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?
Aptitude Ineptitude
Back when I was a junior in high school, I took an aptitude test called the ASVAB (Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery), mainly to get out of regular class but … Continue reading Aptitude Ineptitude
4 Years Post Mortem
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
The Wonderfully Weird Mr. Tolt
I remember this night, 9 years ago tonight, like it was yesterday. Jack was 4 years old, in Start Smart Football, which is really just herding cats, but all the … Continue reading The Wonderfully Weird Mr. Tolt
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