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My brother Bob

A young boy’s Olympic dreams

by Kathi D on August 11, 2008

My brother Bob has always been far ahead of his time. I well remember the day, he was about 8 years old, I think, when he said, “Mama, someday I want to be an Olympic athlete. I want to be a synchronized diver.” Alas, it was not to be. If only he had been born [...]

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They bring me garbage

by Kathi D on June 20, 2008

Whooo is it hot. Only a few short weeks ago I was complaining about how cold it was for May, but even then I knew that soon I would be able to gripe about the heat. My thermometers in full shade reached 104 again yesterday. It was so hot that the turkeys were self-basting. (Insert [...]

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Well now. That was an interesting weekend.

by Kathi D on June 2, 2008

It started on Friday afternoon when I got pistol-whipped to the ground and left for dead by an angry policeman. Then there was a lot of painting and a lot of planting, and I almost but not quite washed my truck. Hmmm. Where to begin? I hear a lot of you screaming “Painting!” and a [...]

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I realized today that I would be a perfect evil villain in a James Bond movie. I often go out to the coop and pick up a random chicken, tuck it under my arm and carry it around as I do whatever it is that I do. Today I was carrying Tammy Faye around the [...]

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Would you like fries with this catch-up?

by Kathi D on May 15, 2008

I’m taking a break from the True Tales of the Family today to catch up on a few current doings around the Funny Farm. Also tomorrow’s entry, the last in this particular series, is going to take some word pictures that I haven’t developed yet. Meanwhile, I am finally declaring a WINNER in my name-those-chickens [...]

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Bob, The Rooster, and me

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