After hearing the song lyric “whiskey makes my baby a little frisky” Me: You shouldn’t give whiskey to babies. Mom: Well, not a fifth … but a little won’t hurt. Especially for a colicky baby. Me: Wait, who was the colicky baby? Mom: You.
Category: This is my life
Have you ever tried to find William Smith?
For the past two years, I have been working on putting together my family tree. I can tell you with a great deal of certainty that I’m from Missouri. The Smiths are the last branch of the tree that I’ve not yet traced back to the 1700s. (Another branch goes back to the 1600s.) My… Continue reading Have you ever tried to find William Smith?
What I did on vacation: Days 3, 4 and 5
Worked on cleaning out the garage. Now there’s a big section toward the back that’s empty … and a lot of junk still stacked up toward the front. Found old photo albums and scrapbooks my mother had put together. I was an excellent artist. Ate fresh strawberries and ice cream. Drove to my grandmother’s house.… Continue reading What I did on vacation: Days 3, 4 and 5
What I did on vacation: Day 2
Survived two deadly pre-dawn Bear attacks. Began to wonder if new medicine is making Bear homicidal. Drove to my mother’s. Helped her start to clean out the garage. Found four of my old coin banks. Reclaimed my fortune — at least $5. Dug through 1860 Census records.
What I did on vacation: Day 1
Several Bear attacks. Mailed taxes. Chiropractic appointment. Killer headache. More Bear attacks — there was blood. “Chuck” marathon. Blog maintenance (sorry, not this one). Laundry.