The Thinker

When I say, “The Thinker” you might assume that I’m talking about the bronze statue of a very muscular, naked man sitting on a stump seemingly in deep thought. Well, I’m not. I’m talking about my youngest, Caleb. He is not particularly...

The Rooster Throwdown

About six months ago I read an informative article about roosters. At that time Earl was still a very young and immature rooster. He was not threatened by me or the kids, he wasn’t cocky or mean, he didn’t even have spurs yet, but Devin assured me, one...

An Image Destroying Post.

Yesterday, as I ran out of the house at 7:15 AM for a full day of cooking, I noticed how nasty my floors were. Between, living on a dirt road, having two rambunctious kids, a hard-working-garden-loving-wood cutting-husband, two cats and a hurried lifestyle, my floors...