Yesterday, our little ol' yard was delicately dusted yet again with 6" of white fluffy stuff. Way to go, Ol' Man Winter, nice handiwork on the 2nd day of March, "Bring it on, we can take it." Fluffy stuff is easy to move. And it melts fast. In March, we know we're on the tail… Continue reading How to grill your way to a good day
Tag: Wisconsin Winter
The day I ate my words
Even if the groundhog isn't the only one that has to eat his/her words, I'm glad we've both made it to the end of February 2019 alive! It was rough. Made me darn-tooting tough, though. Yesterday, I literally took on a down-right dagnabit grouchiest meanest nastiest version of my short selfish self ever. I'm not… Continue reading The day I ate my words
The day I looked out to discover I’m not short after all
Well, I'll be snowdamned, according to the weather predicting folks... I'm not short! At 5' 3 1/2" I'm slightly taller than our official measurement of snowfall for February 2019 (which, by the way, was taken yesterday, before the snowfall of last night continuing on into this morning!). 50.7 inches is tall in the snow measuring… Continue reading The day I looked out to discover I’m not short after all
Winters’ Whispering Winds
You've heard of them, right? The 3 big W's. Winters' - Whispering - Winds. Don't they create the perfect setting for romance? Um...maybe...? After 30-40 mph winds, our backyard has taken on a white sand dune-like appearance - where a knight could ride across it with an Arabian horse and meet up with his mistress. … Continue reading Winters’ Whispering Winds
A winter battle of the lion and the lamb
Of course, the weatherman was finally right. The clouds darkened as evening approached. It was the calm before the blizzard. When we woke, we couldn't see out the windows. Well...sh*t...that's not a good thing?! I climbed on a chair so I could get a peek. Maybe out the patio door off the deck, it would… Continue reading A winter battle of the lion and the lamb
A cat critic watches as the last chip disappears
If you promise not to be too critical, or judgmental or laugh too hard, let me tell you if you've got the time, baby, I've got a helluva story to tell you about a gal who doesn't know how to share. I know a food addiction when I see one. I have the proper experience… Continue reading A cat critic watches as the last chip disappears