There is a practice, handed down from generation to generation in rural areas. It's used by city workers round about here to locate old ...

A lot of people talk about their knives. I've never really talked about mine, since it's less of a toy and more of a tool, for me. S...

Today is FarmBro's birthday, tomorrow is his anniversary. Since I know my SIL occasionally reads this blog, I'm gonna go ahead and d...

A few days ago I posted a giggle (well it made me giggle) about someone finding my blog through a search for "why the FBI is looking fo...

I've fallen into bad habits, whilst away at college. See, when I started this little blog a while back (frankly I'd have to get into...

Today I was reminded, in a pleasant way, that chivalry is not dead, Gentlemen still exist, and they somehow turn up in El Marto Del Wal on o...

My head was full of snark. I found myself, whilst on the roof struggling with a falling-apart paint brush to smear roofin tahr (not roofing ...