A wasted day . . .
The delivery truck broke down, but no one bothered to inform me until I called at 4 p.m.
Still no hot water, and I’ll find something good to post about as soon as I can.
The delivery truck broke down, but no one bothered to inform me until I called at 4 p.m.
Still no hot water, and I’ll find something good to post about as soon as I can.
I’m sorry I don’t have any photos to post right now, but I am on a friend’s computer just trying to touch base with all of you. When I get an internet connection at Camp Dularge (they are saying October 15th) I will be posting like a madwoman. I have lots of stories and photos…
There I was, one cool November morning, swimming along chasing a frog for breakfast, minding my own business when SWOOSH!
When I first came to South Louisiana back in 1978, I learned many valuable lessons about food and customs. One of those lessons has to do with all the wonderful goodies that are boiled right in with the crawfish; including potatoes, corn, mushrooms, onions, cauliflower, and smoked sausage. Do you have any idea why they…
Now, please vote for your favorite of the top two names.
PHASE 3 SATURDAY: Everything is lifted off the floors, and this jumped out at me from the wall of what was previously my older boys’ room. This reflects my sentiments exactly: As I went to the truck to leave, I took a long look around, hoping I would have a home to come back to,…
Okay, to some of you, dirty rice smacks of disgust–picturing rice you scooped up off the floor and used again, right? And what the heck are field peas, anyway? I mean, how generic can a pea be, right?