A judge spoons a sample of the sweet potato casserole in the running for the new side dish for Cheddar's Scratch Kitchen side dish contest Tuesday afternoon at the restaurant in Harker Heights.
This may sound lame and be a laughable bucket list item for some, but I have always wanted someone to ask me to judge something.
You spend your entire carefree youth trying not to see two lines on a take-home pregnancy test, but the minute you want them to appear, they are nowhere to be found.
I may not have gotten exactly what I wanted for Christmas this year, but Santa did give me something surprising a few days late: Hope.
I asked my siblings and nieces and nephews to send me their Christmas lists, like I do every year, but this year I decided to write my own grown-up Christmas list.
I have had a love-hate relationship with furniture ever since I was a kid. It all began when I started inheriting random pieces of furniture. If someone in the family had a piece of furniture they were getting rid of, my parents always took it and placed it in my room of all places. At one point in time, I had three dressers, a desk and a large bookshelf/hutch in my bedroom that, of course, did not match.