Just Sick and Tired

Just Sick and Tired

Back in the ancient days of Fred Flintstone and no cell phones, when he was a young dad and a wet-behind-the-ears pastor, Andy had a habit. No, not a habit like we refer to today. But he unconsciously used a certain phrase – constantly.   “I’m sick and tired of…” was...
In a Fizz

In a Fizz

While working in my front yard the other day, I noticed the mailman zip past our house without stopping. Not too unusual and my only thought was, “Evidently had no mail today.” But just a few minutes later here he came again, from the other direction. Our neighborhood...
Whaddya Mean – I Owe Money?

Whaddya Mean – I Owe Money?

When Andy was an eleven-year-old boy, he and his eight-year-old brother decided they were old enough to buy some calves to raise. This meant feeding, watering and daily maintenance – freezing temperatures or blazing sun, all of it was still going to be their...
It’s Hot Back Here!

It’s Hot Back Here!

Years ago, when we were a family of two young boys with their Mom and Dad, we traveled quite a bit. Either headed to a church where Andy was scheduled to speak, or leaving to come home. And rarely did we get all four doors closed or the motor started, before we heard...