Scrambled Dregs ~~~~~~~ tidbits on life, food, faith, and writing.

My fingers are frozen into little claws and my eyes are blurry. I’m exhausted. But the good kind of exhausted – the kind involving emotional...

My daughter’s a nanny. I used to take care of little children a long time ago. It’s exhausting. I referred to my most overwhelming day of th...

Have you ever wanted to look like a celebrity? Even vegetables do. You know - the photo of the potato resembling Richard Nixon that makes th...

I fumed while I walked to my bus-stop. He’d scared at least seven years off my life. Had to have. What kind of creep puts a monster picture ...

I suppose I should save this for Halloween since it factors heavily into this favorite-of-mine Pat moment. But today just feels like a great...

http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/2127/1600/z30443428.jpg I joined this blogging chicks thing. Their goal mentioned something about tak...

My Minnesota buddy, Michelle, has forever ruined my first morning cup of Joe/Java. She claims she was attempting to open my eyes to the real...