On a hot sunny day, Firstborn came to unload the GT engine that was sitting in the van, back into the GT in order to get all of it's pa...

My mother has some super laying chickens.  Some of the eggs are so big you have to worry about the chickie - OUCH.   Remember that Blue...

Lately I fantasize about Hubby and I emptying our savings and running away from the children in Mabel. but for now, she's a perfect pl...

  A couple of times recently I've made this baked pasta dish, knowing that since it's about to be full blown summer here, I will no...

I am in favor of happy hour.  We get to leave the house and be sociable with other adults.  Plus, a good martini is not to be underrated. ...

I'd never make it as a food blogger.  For one thing, I take so many shortcuts.    Bubbie asked for chicken fried steak one night re...

  Probably you would assume that  I would have a pic or two of Bubbie in a post about the last band concert of the year. Wrong. Take my wor...