Hubby and I recycle. We have a compost bin. And we have a raised bed garden. We don’t keep chickens or bees, we’re not that cool. Besides, I don’t really like live chickens. Don’t they peck? I often tell people there was a hitching post at the K-mart in the town where I grew upContinueContinue reading “I’m just not that into it”
Author Archives: Sonya Schryer Norris
Prepping
We’re not preppers, but the case of MREs (Meals Ready to Eat), the water filtration kits, the neatly packed tote with three days worth of a variety of roughing-it supplies in our basement might lead you to believe otherwise. So might the incredible number of free-standing, light-producing units (such as mag lights, headlamps, lanterns, tableContinueContinue reading “Prepping”
Sometimes its not “Merry Christmas”
At the grocery store where I do most of my shopping I have a favorite check-out woman. I don’t know her name, but she’s Muslim so I just scan the row of clerks for her headscarf to see if she’s working when I’m picking up groceries. I don’t know why she hasn’t been promoted. She’sContinueContinue reading “Sometimes its not “Merry Christmas””
Happy Holidays from a Politically Incorrect Librarian
Couldn’t sleep tonight and at 2:30 in the morning found myself surfing cable. I learned something new about myself when I decided to tap into the Robertsons and the 2013 Duck Dynasty Holiday Special. I. Love. Duck. Dynasty. Maybe it’s wrong, maybe it’s right, and I don’t want to change your life, I’m just sayin’,ContinueContinue reading “Happy Holidays from a Politically Incorrect Librarian”
Car theft
My brother’s car was stolen out of the lot where he works about a month ago. He (drove) a Honda Civic and it was not the first Civic to be stolen out of that lot. It was nearly 14 years old! but I guess it’s true what they say about Civics holding their value becauseContinueContinue reading “Car theft”
Holiday Cookie Exchange!
The cookie exchange with Fred! It was a wonderfully civil exchange. No grilling!
Davison Schryer’s Headstone
I know some of you followed the story of Davison Schryer, who ran away from home at the age of 14. Here is his headstone. Thanks to his grandson Bob Manthei for providing it: