Monthly Archives: August 2014

August 5, 1995. Budweiser, horse manure and frying food were the scents that drifted through the arena on the summer breeze. The sounds of scraping, twisted metal amidst screams, cheers, and roars of approval, created a background symphony. “Could I … Continue reading →

As most disasters do in my tiny world, yesterday began with cooking.  We’re low on food, but I want to wait until pay day to go do a big shopping trip.  My sweet tooth, however, couldn’t wait, so I decided … Continue reading →

The story of the Ugly Duckling has taken on a more personal meaning as of late.  I’m not exactly sure when the exact transaction was made, but last Monday, Mowgli (my brother and 4-H agent) showed up at our house … Continue reading →

I finally had a breakthrough discovery in my cooking issues and I realized the two reasons I am not one of the world renowned chefs.  My first problem with cooking is I never give up.  Despite numerous failed attempts at … Continue reading →

This past weekend was my sister’s wedding.  For her cake she wanted a hatbox cake covered in fondant.  I’m not sure if my aunt that usually makes the cake was unavailable or if my mom wanted to or if it … Continue reading →

It all began the afternoon of my cousin’s wedding.  My phone stopped working.  It turned on, but none of the other keys on it would work.  This left me unable to connect with the outside world, which wouldn’t have been … Continue reading →

When I think of my grandparents, most the time it is just a lifetime of their presence in my life rather than specific memories.  I can attribute the close relationships I have with my family to them.  Early in life … Continue reading →