This year I’m going to be thirty plus twelve. So I got an idea, and invited my bible study class to come over and share some country food. I love all kinds of food, but my heart really gets into food from the Southern region of the states. […]
I mentioned in earlier posts that I have visited the same dentist for most of my adult life. I visited one other dentist for one visit and let’s just say that ain’t happening ever again! And if it weren’t for the fact that every year since he has […]
I had a dinosaur (because Micheal Crichton has moved on) over one shoulder and a little girl over the other shoulder. The dinosaur was telling me to get what I know would taste good. It’s summer and you gotta be responsible with your money. The little girl was saying exploring is fun and threw her milk bottle at the dinosaur.
This has to be what those people feel like when they reach the top of Mount Kilamannjaro. So I’m counting it as an adventure.
Now we know from prior writings that my fat talks to me. Well it was not pleased with the sudden decrease in consumption of (of all things) bacon and fried chicken. Here I am trying to be more sophisticated and the country (as my dad likes to say, because he didn’t raise me ghetto) comes out. On Sundays people would talk about the great things happening in their lives. The wannabe holy Trish could only cry about the loss of a longtime love in her life…bacon.