A home without a dog is just a house with people in it.
Ahh, the good old days of raising kids and playing in the snow.
Another snowstorm!!!! I completely understand why older people move to southern states when they retire. Winters are COLD! My fingers get chilled just thinking about it, and the snow keeps piling up!
I do not enjoy the winters as I used to. I remember pre-children when my husband and I would go skiing. One day it was 10 degrees below zero. We were all excited it was so cold because that meant that the ski slopes would not be as crowded and we would not have to wait in line for the chairlift. We bundled up with layer upon layer of warm clothing with not an inch of skin showing lest if freeze and fall off. We skied all day. At one point, we stopped at the top of the mountain and viewed the surrounding area. With the sun blazing down on the shiny snow, we saw snowcapped mountains in…
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When I was a young girl, trying out for the softball team at school, my father took it upon himself to coach me. I will never forget his words of wisdom. “Struntz – if you want to hit the ball, you have to keep swinging. Don’t stand there worrying about the ball. If you keep the bat moving – you will eventually get a hit – but you gotta keep swinging.”
Buffington, Lisa J. (2012-07-10). The Black Bear Diaries (Kindle Locations 653-665). . Kindle Edition.
Good memories are a reminder of the best things in life.
It was bitterly cold that day when Chelsea and her mom set out to visit grandma.
It was only a short cross town journey, but Chelsea was only six and her little legs would easily stress under normal conditions let alone such a walk as this.
“Momma, can we walk a little faster?” she begged.
“What’s the hurry?” Momma replied.
“Today is cookie day!” she said with much enthusiasm. “Grandma needs me!”
“What do you mean Grandma needs you?” asked Momma.
“Who is gonna eat all those cookies?” she said.
Momma smiled as she remembered growing up in Grandma’s house.
“Yes, yes it is cookie day,” she said. “I think I can smell chocolate chips already.”
Chelsea stopped. Then raising her head up and standing tip-toed she took a deep breath.
“Momma, can we walk a little faster?” she said again. “I think I can smell peanut butter, too!”
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