I love Christmas foods. Fine, I love food…but there’s something special about the food you only eat during a specific season, like at Christmas. It’s during late June and early July that I start my Christmas cravings. And just in case you don’t want to do the math, that means that I need to wait …
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I love cake. Doesn’t matter if it comes disguised as a cinnamon roll, I’m still in love, baby. After finishing the mud run last weekend, I decided I needed celebratory cake, STAT!, no matter what form it took. I’m pretty easy like that. So, I did what any other self-respecting baking Grand Mudder would do, …
What makes us, us? Is it mostly genetics? I largely swing to the DNA side of the aisle because even when I’m trying as hard as I can not to, I hear The German and see The German in my idiosyncrasies. Her “Oh my Got, Patti!” rings through the air. I can’t escape it, people. …
It’s been a month, 4 weeks and one day, of growing into my new role as Grandmutter (?), Grannna (?), Geema (?), and I want to share some unexpected truths I’ve learned. Nothing but the best for you, my sweet readers. Let’s bullet point this truth-down, shall we? * I love my family deeply. This …
…or as we say here in Texas, going to the dawgs. My family is big on dogs. Big, hairy, messy dogs. Husband and I have had them our entire married life, with only a sad two-year period when we were dogless, yet Boy’s crusty cantankerous 18-year-old, then 19-year-old, cat remained. We started our married life …
The title of this post is something Husband said to me after I got the call to head to Boy and Girl’s home to help with Sweet E, but couldn’t because I had caught a cold. You’d Never Make It In The Big Leagues Yes, we relate our life to sports stuff around here. I …
Yep. A new first. I was nervous and excited just like with all my other firsts. I was jonesing for this first. Had been waiting all day. The anticipation was high; emotions were out. of. control. Then, as my first became a reality, I realized it was actually two new firsts: #1) Holding my new …
Not a grandmama….yet! I am still having a difficult time imagining myself as a grandmother. Just this week I’ve cussed, threatened to kick some figurative ass, eaten candy, danced a little in the streets when I was running, and yelled, “HEY, BABY!” to a neighbor. I don’t know any grannies like me. Do you? WHO …
Let me tell y’all that I’m feeling the excitement grow as FB* dives lower and Momma starts peculating. No. Nothing, as in active labor, is happening right now, but it could happen in under a week. I have the 29th in the baby-pool, but Girl needs to get to the 31st, for school purposes. ON …