Last week’s column had a lot of folks commenting they couldn’t believe it’s our 24th year. Many would then share a thought about my Father. Some asked, just how the Webb Weekly began? So, here ya go… It was the week between Christmas and New Year’s of December 2002. My Father called me and had
If you know anything about me, you know that I abandon hobbies like I’m being paid. Sewing, cross-stitching, comics, video games — the list goes on. However, one ‘hobby’ if you can call it that, that I have always done, enjoyed and never given up on is cooking. I love to cook. I especially love
I don’t know about you, but that was just too much of a holiday break. I’m hoping it was just the way the calendar fell this year, and this isn’t going to become the new reality. The two groups of people I heard from with the most complaints were parents and business owners. Parents, because
Happy New Year Again! For those who are curious, I did, once again, manage to pull off Christmas! I don’t know why y’all doubted me! I even had time to relax on Christmas Eve and enjoy some quiet before the chaos. After enjoying the holiday with my family, I got to enjoy some much-needed time
Before I share my holiday greetings just a reminder this will be our last publication of 2025. The next time I share my thoughts with you will be January 7, 2026. It’s the day before Christmas, and all through the house, there is so much stirring, I hope the cat gets the mouse. I’m sure
Oh boy, I’ve got a lot to say and not a lot of room to say it. For those keeping track, I’m almost ready for Christmas and the presents may even be wrapped come Christmas morning! Next up, important information: This is our last issue for 2025. I repeat. This is our last issue for
‘Tis the season to view the glass half full and be grateful you got to drink the other half. This applies whether you’re sipping eggnog, hot chocolate, or your favorite holiday cocktail. As you are celebrating this joyous season with family and friends, please check the political conversation and anything that may be perceived as
Sleighbells are ringing — or is that an alarm reminding me I still have stuff to do? Ehh it’s OK. I have most of what I need to do done, everything else is between Amazon and me, and a small (OK, not too small) stop at the grocery store. OK, multiple grocery stores. It’s fiiiiine.
Wow, the days fly by this time of year as fast as Santa and his trusted reindeer can get from one rooftop to another. As I traveled around in the snow-covered brilliance of the great place we call home, the perfect song was playing on the radio: Dean Martin’s “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.” As always,
It was 11° when I woke up this morning. That can only be described as a stupid temperature. Fairly sure 11° shouldn’t even be an option for a temperature. It reminded me that this time of year, is the perfect time to stay inside, make some hot cocoa and spend time with your family. Create
At this point, y’all know the story. Yes, I am behind. But look at it this way — it’s only the first week of December, and I’ve got plenty of time. Am I going to use that time wisely and efficiently? Probably not. But that’s fine. This is fine. Everything is fine. I don’t know
