I have written about this topic often before. My family has a thing for food.
Random thoughts while eating cashews and waiting for a load of socks to dry:
The natives are restless at Crazy Acres, and by “natives”, I mean our roosters, Ben and Jerry.
If you wait around long enough, and find someone with the right amount of money, you can pay to have a study done on just about anything you want – and get the results you want, too.
Back in the day, legendary coach Bear Bryant (Roll Tide!) filmed a famous commercial for South Central Bell Telephone. He looked into the camera and said, “Have you called your mama today? I sure wish I could call mine.” Ever since, some version of that commercial pops up around Mother’s Day
A new Chick-fil-A opened in town last week. Many of my former northern friends — Yankees — asked me, “Why is this news?”
Lord, what a flap over Bruce Jenner’s interview with Diane Sawyer last week.
If anyone knows why I’m laughing, sobbing and screaming simultaneously, give me a clue.
I suffered a mishap the other night.
I spent three days with my grandson Carter.
“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”~ Sun Tzu, Chinese general and author of “The Art of War.”
I have issues with the Easter Bunny.
A pox is upon our house. The flu, actually, but it might as well be bubonic plague. And it struck down not me, but my beloved.
Me and my teeth operate under an armed truce. I don’t like them, but I need them.
It was only a matter of time before somebody got a little crazy and pulled a stunt like this.
I am absolutely floored by TV commercials these days. How about you?
I took a ride to Myrtle Beach this past weekend. Thankfully, I didn’t have to drive. My colleague, Frank, handled those honors.
My name is Julie, and I have a condiment problem.
You can’t go home again, according to Thomas Wolfe. But you can drive past it on the interstate and wave (according to me.)
The year 2014 wasn’t an easy one at Crazy Acres. My husband, Widdle Baby, and I buried my mom, his mom and his step-father.
Other than Superman, Star Strek’s Mr. Spock was my favorite action hero growing up.
My best friend said if I smiled for 60 seconds it would be impossible to have a negative thought.
If you have a job in the tri-county area, the odds are good that you commute to work. (Unless your job is being a full-time wife and mother, in which case you don’t commute because YOUR WORK NEVER ENDS.)
Marriage counselors say there are two main causes of divorce: Sex and money. I nominate a third: the thermostat wars.
We are not projected to receive any ice this week.
I do an inward cringe every time I hear a grocery store or department store sales associate say, “One size fits all.”
I make lists. Every single day. Lists for chores, lists for appointments, lists for groceries, lists for goals, lists for errands, lists of places I want to see before I die, and lists of every possible clothing combination in my closets. (Which is how I realized that tube tops don’t go with ANYTHING, but I have eight outfits for a funeral. …