I decided, for no reason in particular, that Fridays on the blog will be Original Meme Fridays, mainly because I wanted to create memes of some of the little dandruffs of wisdom that fall from my head. If you get a chuckle, please share. And because this is the first day, I'm offering a two-for-one special.… Continue reading It’s 2-for-1 Original Meme Friday
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A Weird News Reporter’s celebrity encounters
From time-to-time people ask me about celebrities I’ve met in my years as a journalist. There was a period when Baby Girl and I were so financially stressed -- by which I mean the economy tanked and we were forced to take a month off from work each year without pay -- and we had… Continue reading A Weird News Reporter’s celebrity encounters
Their coop runneth over: The story behind Key West’s feral chickens
(Note: Sweetums thought the subject of feral chickens was kinda boring. I, of course, am interested in the story behind every oddity. Plus, I had taken photos of the chickens when I was there a few years back with Baby Girl, so… If you're bored, I'll try to only write about chickens again unless there… Continue reading Their coop runneth over: The story behind Key West’s feral chickens
We’ve officially run out of topics for listicles. Except this one. You should read this one.
It finally happened. We ran out of topics for lists. How do I know? I saw this headline on Buzzfeed yesterday: “49 dog photos that Jeff Goldblum has liked on Instagram.” If you think I’m kidding, look for yourself. (And the pics are all of the same dog.) So, I decided I’d make a list… Continue reading We’ve officially run out of topics for listicles. Except this one. You should read this one.
Easters at Grandma’s house: Do you remember?
The uncles were in charge of hiding Easter eggs at my grandmother’s house on the outskirts of Macon, Georgia. On the Caldwell side, there was my dad, Uncle Neil, Uncle Yancy, Aunt Beverly’s husband, George, and Granddaddy Caldwell. When we were younger, I’m sure they didn’t “hide” the eggs so much as place them beneath… Continue reading Easters at Grandma’s house: Do you remember?
