Jane in the country
And then a Bug Crawled in My Ear
Camp Pigeon Roost a.k.a Cousin’s Camp started yesterday. Except for the unbearably unbearable heat, it was …
Camp Pigeon Roost a.k.a Cousin’s Camp started yesterday. Except for the unbearably unbearable heat, it was …
In years past seeing snakes during Cousin’s Camp has been pretty much par for the course. There are several…
This morning, after I pried the minions grubby little fingers off of the Playstation, we took a walk in the…
Guess who’s certified in fire safety? Thats right, this girl. It’s totally true. When I was working as a ca…
Hanging out with the boys at Cousin’s Camp leaves me in a perpetual state of gigliness. S ay what? Giggline…
Cousin’s Camp is just around the corner and you know what that means! Exhaustion, bug bites, poison ivy, th…
There’s a little old log cabin deep in Winston County that my Dad used to reside in. We went there over t…
Oooh! Oooh! Blog Readers! How can I not have told you this already? Here goes: The big news is that I've …
My Grandfather was ninety two when he died. Pretty old, huh? Now, I know you're thinking 'well, of co…
Mud Run, Warrior Dash, Color Run... That fantastic event that subjects only the bravest runners to a varie…