Hang On, I Need To Die First
As regular readers know, the Little Black Dress loves those “special days,” which really aren’t days. Her birthday...
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The Little Black Dress loves church. One could say The Dress is truly in her element worshiping with others. One would be correct....
read moreIt’s Not About The Gear,...
I am not exactly one with team sports; I prefer more solitary pursuits. Catamaran sailing, scuba diving, fly fishing, golf,...
read moreWaterer Of Water
The Little Black Dress recently decided to add stuff to the backyard. She did not call it “stuff,” but rather used one of...
read moreWhen The Pastor Tries To Be Al...
One of the major advantages of our public educational system is the development of a robust vocabulary. For example, one of the Sons...
read moreWhen Perfectly Normal People G...
There is a well over-used cliché about the tension being so thick you can cut it with a knife. That’s unfortunate, I mean that...
read moreRoughing It … Part Two
“Stay together.” Two simple words. Pretty clear in meaning. But if you’ve got small kids and you’re at the...
read moreRoughing It … Part One
We were warned. You prepare as best you can, but preparing for what might be and what actually happens doesn’t always line up....
read moreGetting The Letter From The Na...
The rumors started a few days ago. The kind met with “you’ve got to be kidding me,” followed by a pause …...
read moreLearning Lessons From The Scen...
Death is rude. Never a “may I,” “pardon me,” or “so sorry.” About the only nice thing one can say...
read moreIf You Breathe, You Lose
One of the things the Clan tries to do is to eat dinner together. Sometimes this involves stupendous feasts prepared by yours truly...
read moreYou Lost Me At “Oaring&#...
Technically, the word I used was “orienteering.” But somehow that came out as “oaring” to the Little Black...
read moreBrussels Sprouts And Lent
Lent is upon us. It is the 40-day period when Christians who are so inclined give up something they value as a sacrifice in...
read moreTeachings Of The Rat
As noted previously, in a complete and utter “what was I thinking” moment, the Little Black Dress got the Sons of Thunder...
read moreEating Their Own And Other Lif...
It is important to know one’s limits. I must be chaperoned when entering any store with words like “camping,”...
read moreThe “No Thumbs” Ru...
The thumb is a fascinating device. It’s something we don’t think about. It’s just hanging out there with its...
read moreRepost: Feb. 14 Is Really Obli...
For some reason, people say I can have an ornery streak. I have no idea how, or why, anyone would think this. I am a cherub. I will...
read moreNo One Ever Mentioned The Word...
It is time for the Eldest Son of Thunder’s first hike and camp out of the year. I am so proud of him. Heading off into the...
read moreWhen Life Has No Answers
Over the last 48 hours, my e-mail inbox has overflowed. The names flying about in the “reply to all” bring back memories...
read moreWhy I Am “Not Fond”...
Around our house, the word “hate” is taboo for the Sons of Thunder. Instead, we encourage them to say “not...
read moreAn Open Letter To The Little B...
It was, as I recall, about 7:05 p.m. A friend was behind me, cracking jokes in my ear. Suddenly, very audible gasps and...
read morePart Two – Even Though I...
(This is the third blog about our recent cave crawl and cave motel experience. For the pre-trip blog, click here. Part One is here.)...
read morePart One – Even Though I...
Where to begin? Where to begin explaining a four-hour cave crawl – not to be confused in any way with a pub crawl. Where to...
read moreEven Though I Walk Through The...
Ever get all excited and start jumping up and down after agreeing to go off on some crazy adventure without, well, really thinking...
read moreDestruction Into Beauty
So we needed a new kitchen table. Nothing real fancy, just something we could use to eat on. In the kitchen. Hence, as astute readers...
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