Boondock Ramblings

A little bit about a lot of things

“To be honest, I don’t know why I even write anymore,” I thought to myself one morning. “I don’t know much about anything and I’m full of very little wisdom. I’m a mom and a wife and I take photos for myself and that’s about it. I’ve never written a book, I don’t have a …

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You’re thinking to yourself right now – I’m sure you are – that your house is too dark for photos of your children and that your flash is unflattering and makes your children look albino (which isn’t bad if you are an actual albino, of course.) So, where can you take photographs of your children …

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 Sometimes my dad writes little stories about growing up. That’s when I realize I must have got the storytelling bug from him. This is something he shared this week on Facebook. Story, photos and captions by Ronnie Robinson. ”Windy, Your Ears Are Freezing” It was a calm but frosty minus zero morning; one of those …

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I heard Pastor Jimmy Evans say today in a sermon that some children come out of the womb looking you straight in the eye as if to challenge you from the start and those children are natural born leaders and will do great things. This one is going to be some kind of leader apparently….. …

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I took the kids to a local park last week and we were disappointed when we got there to see the waterfall was only trickling, which is how it usually looks when we visit there. I’ve heard water actually pours from it at other times, but I’ve only seen that once in the 14 years …

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My house was a mess and my photos were remaining unedited, which was driving me crazy. Little Miss wanted to sit in my lap and have me read to her, the first time ever. I sat in the middle of that mess and read to her after feeling frustrated and annoyed only 15 minutes before, …

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Hiding out from minor family tensions at Sunday dinner at my parents we found ourselves at the barn, barren of cows for probably 60 years. “I hear a cow in there!” my 9-year old declared with one of his sly grins, knowing full well there was only old tractors and barn swallows in the barn. …

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I always want to remember these days. The days when you grabbed Four, the old cat at Grandma and Grandpa’s that used to be mine, and tried to carry her around the porch like one of your dolls. We were lucky she didn’t try to scratch you, since she’s an outdoor cat and your used …

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