The Beignets… from Saturday morning. Did I put dark chocolate in some of them? Yep. Guilty.

The Beignets… from Saturday morning. Did I put dark chocolate in some of them? Yep. Guilty.

The Beignets… from Saturday morning. Did I put dark chocolate in some of them? Yep. Guilty.

My Buster Oh, my quirky baby. Or, not baby, as he tells me, “I’m not a baby! I’ve got my own life now!” Okay. I think maybe I should call him my Buster instead of my Baby. That is a … Continue reading →

My Buster Oh, my quirky baby. Or, not baby, as he tells me, “I’m not a baby! I’ve got my own life now!” Okay. I think maybe I should call him my Buster instead of my Baby. That is a … Continue reading →

My Buster Oh, my quirky baby. Or, not baby, as he tells me, “I’m not a baby! I’ve got my own life now!” Okay. I think maybe I should call him my Buster instead of my Baby. That is a … Continue reading →

Deaner Weener After reading my posts this week, it occurred to me that I didn’t have any pictures of my little sister, Deana. So, here you go. Isn’t she pretty? She’s taller than I am and has long legs and … Continue reading →

Deaner Weener After reading my posts this week, it occurred to me that I didn’t have any pictures of my little sister, Deana. So, here you go. Isn’t she pretty? She’s taller than I am and has long legs and … Continue reading →

Deaner Weener After reading my posts this week, it occurred to me that I didn’t have any pictures of my little sister, Deana. So, here you go. Isn’t she pretty? She’s taller than I am and has long legs and … Continue reading →

M – I – crooked letter – crooked letter – I – crooked letter – crooked letter – I – hump back – hump back – I So, since this blog is basically a tool to help me remember as … Continue reading →