As I've posted before in this journal, my grandfather (Papa - see corresponding tag) was the center of my childhood. I wanted to be exactly like him ( Read more... )

As a child, pretty much all of my memories (especially the happiest ones) happened on or around my grandparents farm. These were my father's parents and the farm was way, way, out in the middle of nowhere. In fact, my mom went into labor there because my parents were there helping my Grandparents(Nana & Papa) move in. My earliest and happiest ( Read more... )

Well, I was beginning to think there wasn't much for me to say today and then I came across this little story about a girl getting attacked by a rooster. I realize that many of you out there have not met me in person or known me long enough to be familiar with all of my anecdotes, so be prepared to learn more about the sweet little Snack now ( Read more... )