The Mess That Is Me

The Mess That Is Me is merely my unique observations about this crazy world that surrounds us and how I fit into it. Here I will share parts of my writing process and fears, some of our travels and reports of our events, and even about our quirky family. So grab a cup of coffee, settle back, and see what lies within this twisted mind of mine.

It starts in September, sometimes creeping out even in August, those subtle and quite often not-so-subtle hints that are uttered during...

It's that time again. The turkey is safely secured in my stomach, pecan pie devoured and the kids have washed away the evidence. That...

The madness started when we discovered a flyer stuck to our mailbox, which is illegal I know but also don't care. Neither did whoever...

Once a year in America, we gather around a burdened table with family and friends to stuff our stomachs to match the full feeling of our...

Growing up, the holidays were always a big deal. My parents threw everything they had into these special days and our home was jammed...

I don't go fishing. I've been invited, but I don't have a license and I refuse to buy one. The whole concept for even needing one seems...

There it goes, car number 24, attached to the back end of a tow truck, the stretcher in the automobile world. My parents used to name...

The women have pulled a coup and men, we haven’t even realized it. I bet most husbands won’t know what hit them until tonight when the...

With Halloween upon us, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to introduce you to one of the residents of our otherwise normal home. I...

When it comes to pumpkin carving, I'm like Charlie Brown when he made his Halloween costume. Instead of a ghost with two eyes, he...