Good Grief
In 1984, my daddy died at age 57. He had received bad blood during surgery for a torn tendon. When he was slow to recover, he went back to the doctor. Blood work was done. The doctor said, [...]
Thankful but Still Ranting
First, I want to say I am thankful for a house and all my junk. I have to make this preface because I don’t want anyone thinking I’m being ungrateful to God who has so richly blessed us. I am [...]
Call me KB the Walrus
Well, mercy! Remember how I said a few posts ago that I would be a shoo-in for Olympic gold in pouting and ranting? I have to admit my real talent is spilling. Not just small spills. Massive [...]
Pouting and Ranting
WARNING: POLITICAL INCORRECTNESS WILL FOLLOW. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! If pouting ever becomes an Olympic sport, I am a shoo-in for the gold medal. Ranting is my other outstanding skill. Between [...]