Yesterday, it was darn tempting to do some hard labor to get caught up from the busy weekend. The dirty casserole dish from Friday night's dinner sat as a reminder. I'm not saying Mr. was leaving it there on purpose. A subtle reminder that I didn't finish the task at hand. For 3 days. But,… Continue reading Summer’s over, and it’s back to work I go
Author: Shelley
Letting my quirk out one post at a time.
A Sunday Road Trip to Bucknuckles
When you marry into a family who loves to drive on country roads, a road trip to any exotic (or eclectic) place happens when the Corvettes are revving to hit the road. My companion, Mr., a guy with a gorgeous smile, and some miles of roads to conquer. We were happy to hit the road.… Continue reading A Sunday Road Trip to Bucknuckles
Wait…it’s the last day of August already?
Wow. I know it's true. The calendar doesn't lie, but crap...it's the last day of August already. August was... Lots of coming and going out the front door of our house. I saw lots of flowers, and birds, and my two daughters. Our oldest arrived here to visit us last night. We'll be spending time… Continue reading Wait…it’s the last day of August already?
A visiting raptor
Well...that explains our sudden decrease in the variety of birds visiting the bird feeder. Wow - that's something new - a Hawk chasing the Crows. Post Inspiration - The adventures of having a trail cam. PS - Have you ever seen a hawk chase crows? We sadly know why the hawk is around - he's… Continue reading A visiting raptor
Listening to my ordinary heart
As I walked out the door this morning, to take Copper outside, I noticed the tiny sliver of the moon in the sky. I ran back into the house, grabbed my camera and ran back outside to catch the shot. The SD card wasn't in it, so I had to run back in and grab… Continue reading Listening to my ordinary heart
Grassy thoughts
There are days when I wish Copper was litter box trained. Like the cats. They have it all cushy...never having to go outside to find a perfect spot, they've only got one place to look. They, by the way, can leave motherload dumps for me. Who feeds them anyhow? Even when I dread that stinking… Continue reading Grassy thoughts