We are still here! Alive and thriving. Well, most of us. Poor Mrs. Puffington was assaulted and brutally murdered this week. The opossum w...

Aaron, Phyllis and Calvin - pausing for a moment. You guys are so good to me. I know it must be time to blog again when I start...

Remember Phyllis? The determined banty hen? She's stricken. Nothing too terribly serious. A darn good case of the scaly m...

Alright y'alls. I'm hormonal. It's gloomy out - and it just seems like hormones and gloom make a good day for a good story.   I...

I have a confession. I like baking. Still. There ain't no crime in that. I'm a versatile blogger if anything - blogging about my ...

Me and Me Coach. David Greenwalt. 2-2-2012 I did it. I didn't pass gas. I didn't vomit - nor did I faint. You can't tell by t...

It's 8am and I'm sitting here trying to type with a purring, kneading cat lying on my forearms. I'm drinking Irish breakfast tea...

I'm reposting this from one year ago today. I KNEW January jilted me last year too. I have a confession. The upstairs bedroom remain...