Jan 5, 2014
The bajillion inches of snow that were supposed to hit here landed north about 75 miles. A foot of snow in Indy and we have a little over an inch here. I’m a bit disappointed because I WANTED snow instead of the rain we had. All. Day. Long.
But guess what? A fire monster (just like in the photo to the left) transformed tonight right across the street from the 80’s house! This is probably the biggest news to hit Seymour in a very long time.
The HUGE, menacing form seemed to cower just a bit when I snapped its photo:
Take THAT fire monster — and in a couple more hours you’re going to experience the frigid temperatures you’ve only read about in fairytales.
Nov 14, 2013
Home already from today’s root canal and I must tell all you out there that haven’t had one that may be required to get one — it was a piece of cake. The worst part was trying to hold my mouth open for an hour… other than that, it was darned close to relaxing in a recliner that’s much better than anything I have at home.
So now I want a TV mounted in the ceiling. In my bedroom would be nice. But you see, I can’t afford it now because I have this one tooth that has pretty much squashed any hope of that happening. I guess I’d rather have morning coffee without pain than some incredibly awesome TV in the ceiling anyway.
Nov 12, 2013
That non-blanket of snow up there? Not even close to being a ‘real‘ snow… still, it’s the first on the ground we’ve had so far this winter season. It’s like Mother Nature blew some limbs on the ground and spit a few flakes around — just barely enough to get recognition. A slight nod. Nothing more. And the Escape the 80’s House Project progress? Not even close…
I’m a Thanksgiving weekend Christmas decorator. I started my own decorating tradition the first year I became a homeowner and decorating a Christmas tree with family during the Thanksgiving holiday is important to me. I enjoy it; and I look forward to it. I’m pretty sure this year it ain’t gonna happen. Not even close.
Feb 18, 2008
posted by Shelley
Yesterday, Angela Bard was found hanged in her garage. Rumors are flying around the burg like gnats on a soft banana. When it comes to drudging up dirt on someone, even death doesn’t spare you the critical opinions and cheap shots of gossipers. That’s one of the downfalls to ‘close-knit’, small community living.
I don’t know what’s true insofar as how Angela lived her life — and I don’t really care. She was always nice to me. My fondest memories of Angela were made during our town’s Red, White & Blue Festival where she shared parade judgeship with me and Alisa. I am sorry her life ended so soon, and I have sympathy for her family — especially the 3 children who are left behind.
