Remember all those things your mother told you as a kid? Do you also remember all the times you poo-pooed what your momma said, because it couldn’t possibly be good advice. You know you do. When I was a kid, fruit cocktail was a treat for certain desserts. For some reason, there always seemed to…
Category: Meandering to the Beat of My Own Cowbell
Aw, Shoot!
One thing I promised myself when I started this blog was that I would keep the language as PG as possible. That means I will be using my teacher vocabulary and avoiding cussing and swearing. The good news about blogging is that I get to read over my stuff before I hit that nifty blue…
Blue Speckled Pup 