Five feet tall and shootin' for the stars. If you stand next to a large field on a warm and calm summers eve and listen close, you can hear the corn grow.
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The headline in the National Enquirer screamed: "Distraught Mom: 'I Flushed My Baby Down the Toilet.'" What awful vision...
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Patti & I don't usually post about other people. (afterall this little blog of ours IS about us!) However this is one time I think I...
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When my daughter Brie was visiting me here on the old Iowa family farm a short time ago... I decided that she was old enough now, and also...
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Where has all my previous desire to blog gone? For those of you who still occasion to check back to see if I've posted anything I do apo...
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Drill sergeants are aptly named. Their purpose in life is to drill a hole into every raw recruit that steps off the bus that Mom and Dad sai...
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I got to change my ways. For those who have been checking this poor blog to see if there have been any more of those promised daily updates...
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I haven’t watched her in years. I was once a devoted fan and thought of her as a national treasure. But finally it was just one celebrity ...
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As I look back upon my 58 year journey thru time and life on this, our Island in the Sky.. I see that there are times when all my little Pri...
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For the last few weeks Barbara, Bob and I have been constructing a treehouse/slide for their grandkids, Hailey and Leah. It's been a fun...
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We're not in Florida anymore... ..Dorothy boy. Wrapped up is right! I just snapped this, this morning ago out in front of the apartmen...
