I’m disgusted.

Strange how my mental state can change from one minute to the next. One minute, I feel totally fine about me. In the next minute, I am totally disgusted with myself. I hate it. I am my own worst enemy. I hate so many things about myself.  And, the world we live in...
Pie is from God.

Pie is from God.

Feast your eyes on just one of the delightful dishes I slaved over for my precious husband for Father’s Day. Pie made with fresh blueberries picked by K Belle herself. Served only after steak, delicately rubbed with spices, and cooked in butter & olive oil...
If I Were a Flower …

If I Were a Flower …

I would be one of the stinkin’ rose bushes out of my flowerbed. These babies are so strong and deep-rooted that nothing I do will or can kill them. Believe me, I’ve tried … the electric hedge trimmers won’t even do it. If I were a song, I would...
The Day the Fish Died

The Day the Fish Died

Last Friday, we had some kinda morning. Remember these guys? All, but two are dead. And, one is now mentally-challenged. And, no, we don’t keep them in a Rubbermaid container.  They only live there temporarily when this is getting cleaned: I awoke Friday morning...