Tater may be small, but girlfriend is mighty. And naughty. Good grief, is she naughty. And not just regular toddler naughty. Like super mega you’re kidding right naughty. But so dang cute that you can’t help but laugh, even when you know you shouldn’t.
I love all of my nieces and nephews, but Miss Moo will forever hold a special place in my heart. I drove all day just to hold her in my arms on the day she was born. And now she’s, like, all grown up. And sassy. And smart. She’s a keeper. I just went to … Continue reading
Bubba spent a ton of time outside this weekend, and all of those sunshine naps gave him just a little bit of color on his cheeks. I also got some color, bringing out my summer freckles. I hope he has freckles. Too soon to tell.
This is Bert, one of my parents’ kitties. I love the details of his tabby coat–the swirls and strips and pattern remind me so much of my sweet Papa. Bertie has a great story. My parents’ house backs up to fields and flood plains and a creek (which we pronounce “crik”). Every so often, wild … Continue reading
Grandpa’s number one happy place is a cabin in the Rocky Mountains, listening to the elk bugle and the river rush by. But judging by the look on his face, sharing Sunday morning breakfast with Bubba runs a close second.
Sorry for the tardiness of this post. Bubba and I spent a lovely, leisurely weekend in Nebraska visiting Grandpa and Grandma and the combination of the time change and the total disregard for routine has made for an interesting 48 hours. But today was back to work and real life ((sigh)). I can’t quite decide … Continue reading
A few weeks back, Bubba and I spent the weekend in Nebraska visiting Grandma and Grandpa. They were both working at the store, so we spent the afternoon there. Bubba loved the front windows and spent the afternoon as the official greeter.
A quick recap: my mom was honored as business women of the year in her community. She received the award at a fancypants luncheon and was the cutest business woman in the entire room. Friday night at home can only mean one thing: Bee fish. Bee, Nebraska is a tiny little speck of a town … Continue reading
Part of what I love about going home to Nebraska is my parents. And part of it is the house. I love that house. We built it when I was a freshman in high school, so I didn’t spend many years living there. But it is very nearly the perfect house. When I was home … Continue reading
No, I’ve never seen that scary movie. But I do consider myself one of the children of the corn. It’s everywhere in Nebraska. My first job was detasseling corn. I was the only girl on the crew but I was among the top earners. It was misery. I never paid much attention to the fields … Continue reading
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