Month: November 2016
Dysentery, Or How I learned to love the Oregon Trail Card Game
Dysentery, Or How I learned to love the Oregon Trail Card Game Growing up, our computers were representative of the time (read: mid 80s to early 90s). Our computer games were also representative of that time. We had lemonade stand and we had Oregon Trail. Lemonade Stand was a math game where you sold lemonade. Oregon…
Winning the Holiday Potluck with the Pioneer Woman
Winning the Holiday Potluck with the Pioneer Woman It’s the time of the year when you can be sure of one thing–working in a corporate environment means potluck meals! Since I’m a huge fan of something easy, I sometimes look to my favorite chefs and cookbooks to assist in this trying time–I was able to…
Life (and Death) in a Northern Town
LIFE (AND DEATH) IN A NORTHERN TOWN: A REVIEW OF FANNY FLAGG’S THE WHOLE TOWN’S TALKING Disclosure: I voluntarily read a Review Copy of this book. All opinions stated are solely my own and no one else’s. While I was born in a bigger city, we moved to a small town out of state when…
It’s Monday, What are you reading?
Each Monday, The Book Date asks what we’re reading via It’s Monday, What are You Reading?… Please visit the site to link up your current list and hold yourself accountable. Also, you can visit some great blogs who are also doing this meme… It’s pretty awesome. This week, I should be focusing on the books…
Thanks for You!!!!
Thanks for you! Thank you for reading and following and doing all the things you do. It would be extremely hard for me to do this without your support. It’s been a ‘long’ weekend, but not long enough. It was great to recharge with family, friends and most importantly, me. Above is just a taste…
My, has time flown (Through the Camera Lens by Scrapchick, version 2.0)
I posted the original one in March 2010. And when I found it, I decided I had to retry this to see if there was anything different. Let me know if you see something you want to ask me about–please note, some are very loose interpretations. THIS COMES FROM THROUGH THE CAMERA LENS BY SCRAPCHICK…