Tatersmama's take on things

Just some wanderings from my post-menopausal brain

Tuesday, August 23, 2022

I got a message from a neighbor yesterday...

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I got a message from a neighbor yesterday... "Is that one of your little dogs constantly barking like in distress?" Me: day or n...
Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Where does the time go?

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  Seriously... where does it go?  I had every intention of blogging more regularly, especially now that I'm retired and don't have t...
Sunday, March 3, 2019

I've got a hankerin'...

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Old Fashioned Stewed Taters    Seriously, is there anything more comforting than Stewed Potatoes? If you were raised in the ...
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Sunday, February 24, 2019

Happy Birthday to my Etchy June...

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    I was sitting outside this morning with my first cup of coffee for the day, thinking of my youngest sister celebrating her 1...
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Happy Birthday to my baby sister...

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Friday, February 8, 2019

Up The Holler

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Up The Holler After far too many days of freezing temperatures keeping me from going outside, we've finally warmed up today! ...
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Thursday, January 31, 2019

We got this!

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I've missed blogging.    I mean I've seriously missed it.    It was deeply satisfying to me, and it was "my" t...
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Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Wordless Wednesday

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Wordless Wednesday
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The far side of sanity, Up in them thar hills, United States
About me? Well shucks… here I go then. I used to live in Australia, but then I decided I didn’t want to be there anymore, and I wanted to come home. so I came back to the beautiful Northern California foothills to be closer to my son. I married the boy next door in August of 2013, and in June of 2016, we moved to the gorgeous North Georgia Mountains and I couldn’t be any happier. Well, I could be, I guess, if I could just figure out how to get my first cup of coffee into me, without actually getting out of bed. And if I could have more cats. And some more chickens. And maybe a baby pig. Life would then be perfect.
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