Phil and I are celebrating 10 years of marriage this month (and going on 15 years since we met in that traffic jam and shared our first kiss.) We booked a murder mystery weekend at the Rawhide Ranch in Nashville, IN (the famous Brown County.) We went two days early. I’m so glad we did, on Thursday we had the … Read More
Written when Phil was 8 months old, on Phil’s mom’s seventeenth birthday (she was the baby of 7.) I’m told my little dare-devil of a husband used to climb to the top of the stairs and jump all the way down. That’s what this poem’s about. Grandma’s Angel Darling you need lovingLike the grass needs the dewYou’re our precious BabyWe … Read More
I didn’t know Grandma Schalk wrote poetry. Poetry isn’t usually my cup of tea, but the poem I want to share today (and I’ll be sharing one tomorrow about Phil) have nearly done me in. I’ve cried more tears over these two poems than I care to admit. Grandma Schalk would have celebrated her 93rd year on this earth December … Read More
Zane’s 9th and Phil’s Surprise 40th Birthdays I’m tackling blogging today. Kind of. I forgot to post pictures of Zane’s birthday party in October. I tried to post last week and blogger was being a butt. So now, lucky Tackle It readers, you get to see the fruits of my labor. Saturday, we had a surprise 40th birthday party for … Read More
*A note before you read this. After doing an audit of my blog in 2022, I have decided to leave content that speaks to the Christian I was at the time this was written. I no longer identify as Christian (and haven’t for a very long time.) I chose to leave these posts because it is who I was then … Read More
Want this button? Last month’s topic was Recreational Companionship and I posted about our canoe/camping trip last year. It just so happens that Marriage Monday this month came during our now annual camping/canoe trip. This month we’re delving into Why Romance Matters. Are you kidding me? Along with communication, romance has to be one of the key ingredients to our … Read More
We’re back. I kinda wish we weren’t though. I love camping so much.
When Phil came home from work the other night, the dogs greated him and he petted them and talked to them. Then he hugged our son and talked with him. So I said, “Where’s my love? How come the dogs get love before me?” “If you’d wag your behind and lick me when I came home from work, I’d pay … Read More
August 07, 1994. Exactly-to the day-14 years ago. (Update: Now 24 years ago!!) The air conditioning in my pickup was broke and it was smoldering hot. I had stayed the weekend in Indianapolis with my friend, Jane, oblivious to the fact that the Brickyard was witnessing it’s largest crowd of NASCAR fans ever. Still today, there isn’t a race that … Read More
I told you here we’d be going Letterboxing while we were in Missouri–well, we did! The first one we did at Beaver Creek Conservation area was a bust. We followed the excellent directions, but there was no box hidden at the location. It seemed to us that this place was well used by people who maybe don’t have a lot … Read More