Read My Personal Account of Life With Spina Bifida
—Hobby Lobby— Ah, the place for “The Hobbyist.” I park and get out. While walking to the store, I pass an older gentleman.He looks to be in his ’70s. 6 foot, a little overweight, with gray hair, and white-bearded.He holds a piece of wood in his hands. Nice-looking wood as far as wood goes.“A Blank…
Read MoreI woke up this morning at 5 am and decided to go for a drive.I let Tommy the Dawg sleep in. Outside, it was in the twenties. Cold. Very cold.I crank my vehicle up. I notice I need gas, so I head to the bottom of the hill to fill up the tank. At the…
Read MoreI took Tommy, my Dawg, to the local DG to shop.I like to sing a song from my childhood to Tommy. It’s from a television commercial from the late ’80s. Tommy was strapped into the passenger seat, his window down.I had been inside shopping already and was now back at the truck, standing in front…
Read MoreIt’s after 8 pm, Monday night.I just finished my fourth Snow Globe for today.Yep, today, I made four Snow Globes. Every year I have trouble getting the Glitter just right in each Snow Globe. The Glitter usually floats to the top instead of sinking to the bottom. And I need it to sink. This year,…
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When I was a teenager, I worked as the “Sheet-out-boy” at a local Pizza place.In other words, I took a ball of Dough, dropped it into the top of this rolling machine, and it would flatten the Dough and roll it out like a flat sheet of paper.I’d then stretch that flattened Dough out more…
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I thought Steaks and Baked Potatoes would be great for dinner tonight, so I put my Long 1920s coat on as well as my 1920s hat, loaded Tommy the Dawg into my vehicle, and headed to “The Pig.” At the Pig, I grabbed my buggy and headed to the “Meat” section. “Let’s see, here. I’ll…
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