Now, you’re just messin’ with me.

Now, you’re just messin’ with me.

As I get older and realize my days of, as Prissie says, “birthin’ babies” are over, I often rethink decisions that were made in the past to make this final. Final. Forever. No more babies. This was a joint decision between Beau and me a long time ago...
All I ever needed to know …

All I ever needed to know …

I learned from the remains of two Dove chocolates. Yeah, I ate some. So what. It was dark chocolate anyway so it doesn’t count. It’s healthy, you know. I realize you can’t read what it says, so here goes. Prepare yourself for great insight and...

Filthy Rags

I can’t get this out of my head: Isaiah 64:6 (Amplified Bible) 6For we have all become like one who is unclean [ceremonially, like a leper], and all our righteousness (our best deeds of rightness and justice) is like filthy rags or a polluted garment; we all...
It’s a rite of passage.

It’s a rite of passage.

There comes a time in every young Southern girl’s life when she must look to the greatest of all Southern belles and learn. Learn well. Yes, it’s true. I don’t think there’s even a question of who I could be talking about … the one and...
Yeah … it’s Mardi Gras. So what.

Yeah … it’s Mardi Gras. So what.

You all know I’m not a big fan of Mardi Gras. I’ve posted about it before. Let’s not re-hash it here. The best thing about the “holiday” is, of course, the king cake, of which I have partaken in a few times. Kudos to Ninja Princess for...
The Agreement

The Agreement

Every approaching holiday, minus birthdays, starts out with the same agreement. Beau and I each agree to not buy each other anything. We say things like … “Let’s not do anything for Valentine’s Day. Nothing.” Both parties are content with...