Author: chrisgough7641

I am trying to be organized.  It is after all the first of the new year and I feel pushed into being the best person ever, new goals, new ways of living my life carefree and perfectly structured.  But does it really ever happen like I that?  All month of December I used my spare… Continue reading Organized

My right knee is the size of a football but I need to go grocery shopping.  There is nothing in the house except meat.  As much as we love our beef and chicken, I really need a side to go with it other than potatoes.  I have a few of those left in the pantry… Continue reading Grocery Shopping

The tired boy sulks through the studio.  Good mornings are exchanged with the same grunts as yesterday.  Perhaps, if it was a fresh spring morning and we had slept with our windows opened, our rise and shines would be like the song of the morning birds.  Chirpy. Instead, we have winter.  That time of year… Continue reading Winter

My knees hurt.  The swelling makes me look as if I have a football strapped to each knee.  The fluid build up is so severe it oozes from my skin because it has nowhere else to go.  I have taken enough anti-inflammatory medicine that by now I should have shrunk to a mere few inches… Continue reading Knees

I love winter.  The snow does not intimidate me one bit.  I have a great pair of cross-country skis and will use them daily.  Want to build a snowman?  I’ll bring the carrots for the nose.  A raging blizzard is just a great excuse for baking.  Yes, I love winter. Sadly, there are two things… Continue reading Chapped Hands

We are doing some painting in our house.  Quite a bit of painting and the most time consuming part of painting is not cutting in your edges, it’s not taking down photos and art work to patch up the holes, it’s deciding which color of white and blue to use.  I never knew there were… Continue reading Paint Chips

How do I tell you that he has your eyes, your freckles or your thick chubby ears?  I wish you could see the funny faces he makes when he knows he has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.  If you were privy to his comical behavior and jokes I know you would… Continue reading Thick Chubby Ears

I am going to be really sad when my little tin can is empty and there are no more "seeds". It has been fun to pull out a tiny slip of paper and unfold it to find out what the writing prompt will be. I guess it's a writer's Christmas sort of thing! Hope you… Continue reading To be Forever in Love in the Beams of the Moon