Around here, big things have been happening.  The tachometer for this year, 2012, is in the red, and as I told The Mister last night, “Just think – back in

If this were ‘B’ week, I’d remind you that I live in a nest of B’s.  As in boys – four of ’em plus their dad.  I’m awash in a sea of

A:  Big A, little a.  What begins with ‘A?’  Aggravation, allergies, acceleration.  A, a, a. Of course, I’m not referring to Mr. Schrock’s children who are now all home for the 

Here on the reservation, things are nearly back to normal.  Oh, the tree is still up and the warmth of Christmas still lingers in my thoughts, but real life encroaches