If Rosemary Garten had her druthers, this longtime Independence resident would rather quilt than do anything else – and she’s not kidding.
Throughout most of America and in many places around the world, millions of us are thinking of one word right about now, well actually two, Super Bowl. We probably thought of it all season, too.
Good Lord – is it February already?
I’m absolutely positive I’m sounding more and more like my mother every day – but really – is it just me, or does anyone else feel that January didn’t actually happen?
My flower bulbs are peeking out of the soil. I don’t know if they are daffodils, tulips or hyacinths. They think it’s time for spring.
If Dad had any inkling of what he was wearing, he’d be mortified. His polyester pants, belt and neatly tucked in shirt have been replaced with a jogging suit.
Saving a small town landmark is no easy task when the digital world changes the rules and if you are in the fight by yourself.
Sir and I have become grandparents for a week. Now don’t get excited, there has not been the patter of tiny feet about the establishment, more like the patter of goodly sized paws.
It sure has been cold around here, and I have used my oven to make sure our house stays warm. Of course, I have to be baking when that oven is on because I am too tight to do it any other way. Another reason is because it keeps you know who quiet.
We’re in the thick of basketball season and the well-known word “timeout” is ringing across the state.
Military notes for Jan. 21, 2012.
