Memories

It’s kind of fun not having a Christmas tree. My themed Christmas swags have allowed me to highlight special ornaments from different times and people in my life. This one is my Mama swag. [...]

Hands of God

Food for thought on this Sunday. AKA – A Sermon kind of blog except it is too disorganized to be a real sermon. Not even 3 points beginning with the same letter. I guess I just want to take [...]

Impulse Buys and Lime Green Yetis

Have you ever seen a picture of a lime green yeti? Now you have! I am always preaching to young people about the evils of impulse buying, so this is my confession. I fell off the wagon! In my [...]

Monday Wonderings

There are so many things that make no sense to me. Math. Science. Why muscles keep getting sorer instead of stronger. I am not going to even wonder why the world is going to hell in a handbasket. [...]

Hang On!

My featured image is really fuzzy, but I have an excuse for posting a less than perfect picture. So I was going about 65 MPH ( in a 45) on the way home from town. This creature was holding onto [...]

Arrogance and Apologies

I was going to say, “Hello, my name is Kara Beth, and I am arrogant.” But I think I am just tired! Tired! Tired! And maybe more than a little bit stubborn, and yes, sadly, arrogant. [...]

First Day

I survived the first day of my seventh decade. So far, so good. Except …. Bless my heart! It seems I have more questions than answers. I’m going to have to live forever to learn what [...]

Change of Plans and Grammie Rant

Today’s goal was to prepare the back room for next week’s sewing projects. Instead, I got to make a wonderful mess! From my recent Celebrate Life post, you know I hid my pro-life [...]

Saint Patricia and Patience

Saint Patricia. That is my new name for my sister-in-law. Here’s the backstory. Last winter, my brothers and their wives came to visit from Texas. Patricia brought her jewelry making [...]

Do Overs

I remember my first F. Of course, it was in math. I was in fifth grade, totally devastated, humiliated, cried my eyes out, and was sent to the bathroom to recover. Such is the traumatic life of a [...]

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