I feel like I just drank in a quart of moonshine, and I sorta’ did.
If you missed the moon on Sunday just after dusk, you missed the show of a lifetime. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a HUGE pie in the sky. I wonder what it means.
After watching the Mississippi State Dogs sweep the Rhode Island Rams in baseball last week, my friend, and almost relative, Bill Poe, penned the following (he is my first cousins’ husbands’ brother. That’s “family” any way you look at it…).
This week, the students at Ole Miss voted down Col. Rebel, their sometimes victorious, and mostly long suffering mascot, but I’m puzzled by their choice of a new icon.
Admiral Ackbar? Who the heck is that?
I’ve been spending some time with my folks in West Point and as I read about the choice, I yelled, “Daddy, come quick! What’s going on at Ole Miss?”
He’s a huge Ole Miss supporter and I figured he had something to do with this. He didn’t miss a beat as he ran out of the bedroom with shaving foam still on his face. Continue reading
The perceived perversity of the universe has long been a subject of comment. For example, in 1841 a newspaper in Ohio printed this verse:
I never had a slice of bread,
Particularly large and wide,
That did not fall upon the floor,
And always on the buttered side.
Isn’t that always the case!
By Guest Writer Sherry White Jeffcoat
I have found that the art of biting one’s tongue gets easier with age. My tongue even has strange little scars on it from biting it so much.
It also becomes more necessary with age because for some really weird reason I am much more prone to blurt out what I am thinking, which trust me usually isn’t a good thing.
I used to could hold back a thought like “OH MY GOSH YOU HAVE AGED” or “Your daughter is SO cute!” to an