“Dear, you have popcorn on your posterior,” said my mother to my stepfather this evening as he walked through the living room on his way to the garage.
Yes, my parents still live in 1954. My mother never lets anyone visit without making her famous homemade chicken and noodles. My father can fix anything with baling […]
So, the greatest thing about having my truck back and not having to take the bus? Well, let’s just say if you happen to drink way too much and pass out in an old friend’s very comfy bed (he slept on the sofa, for he is a gentleman) and then wake up with a hangover […]
Finally, a return to Tulsa and all the things, peoples, tragedies, comedies, and seriously dull daily business I have been missing. (So, no, those nasty old criminals on the loose didn’t get me. See last blog entry if you are confused there.)
It is gloriously fall here—a little chilly and crisp. Yesterday, I drove around looking […]
Since returning to the land of the same language, I have been trying to catch up on my “reading,” among which are friends blogs. I just ran across this in Lael’s ramblings (he teaches at a small KS college or two).
From an actual student paper:
“The only story of Mark Twain’s I’ve ever heard of is […]
I got back to the farm from the liquor convention today. It was hella fabulous, with lots of free samples and free food. And, I must have 20 small bottles of whiskey and tequilla floating around like the locked First Class Flight Attendent’s bin on United. Plus, hats and shirts and frisbees and all the […]