Recipe to take to a pig roast

John of By the Way is looking for recipes to replace the old standby GreenBean Casserole to take to a pig roast. My favorite is something I call Orange Fluff . Very simple to make. Another recipe that I like is Macaroni Salad.

Orange Fluff

1 package orange Jello

1 16oz. can crushed pineapple, drained

1 16oz can mandrain oranges, drained

1 large tub of CoolWhip, (I use the low-fat )

1 16oz of low-fat cottage cheese

Mix the CoolWhip and cottage cheese together. Stir in drained fruits. Then stir in dry Jello. Mix well. Refrigerate until ready to serve. Or not. I have mixed it at the picnic and served right away.

I never have leftovers.

Macaroni Salad

 macaroni, cooked and chilled ( I like to use the curly kind )

 Chop up the following. Use as much or as little of each that you prefer.

eggs, hardboiled- celery - green onions - tomatoes - red onion - carrots(can be shredded instead)

Mix all together. Add sweet pickle relish( a heaping tablespoon or 2) Pour Ranch dressing in and mix. Everything should stick together with a little bit extra for moisture. Best made day before but still good same day.

Guess what I will be making for Sunday!

 

I helped my friend move today.She is not happy.She is moving into an apartment. She recently got a divorse and because they could not come to an agreement, she lost the home she was living in. The judge ordered the property to be sold and divided. She is sad because she says she is always the one that loses thier home. I think the move will be good for her. She is unable to take care of her yard due to her health, does not know how to do any normal maintaince and cannot afford to hire someone to do things for her. She needs to rid herself of things that are not needed. She has clothes that fill up 5 closets in her new apartment. Most of these clothes will never be worn again as they are the wrong size and are so old that they will probally fall apart if cleaned.  I am hoping that she will settle in and see that there is life away from the country. She has already decided that she will hate it. I am sad that she was moved away from me but I see this as a positive move for her. She was living to close to her ex. She claimed that it did not matter to her what he did anymore, that is did not bother her. I know it did. One of the first things she would ask me is if so-and-so was up here ( I can see where he lived). Not one conversation was held that she did not mention him.  She needed to move.The stress was too much for her.

Precious

My horse Precious is doing good. Getting fat as a bear! Her neck has healed up good and so has her ribs. They still have some knots on them but not as bad.

You can still see the knot on her back. It has gone down but I still cannot put a saddle on her. It will possibly be the end of summer before I can ride her again, if at all. I may have to get a special saddle made that will not cover that place on her back.

I do not know if I ever told the tale of me and Precious.

In May of 2001 Pat and I went to see someone about a horse. That horse was Precious. Pat rode her and thought that she did pretty well. She had just came back from the trainer and from getting her first shoes. I did not ride her at that time. Well we decided they were asking to much for a greenbroke horse that had no papers. A month later we saw that they had an ad in the paper and they had cut the price in half! We went back and I rode her this time. No one else had rode her since the last time we were there. We decided to buy her. It was June 10th.

LOL. Bringing her home was a good one. She kicked the trailer the whole time and kept hollaring. We would stop and I would go back there and talk to her and calm her down and then back on the road. Normally a 30 minute drive took a little over an hour. She was in a panic, all sweaty and shaky. I felt so sorry for her. After we got her home and unloaded her, I brushed her down and fed her. She was thin as there was no grass in the field where we got her from. She kept rubbing her head on me. Made me feel good. I was growing to love her then.

We turned her out in the pasture with Crystal. That was an adventure! Precious and Crystal got into a fight right away. Crystal backed down and Precious became herd mare.

We enjoyed riding together. On June17th, we saddled up to ride. Pat had to go into the house for something and I decided to ride around the field while waiting on him. I was in the back corner and stopped to look around. Precious stuck her nose to the ground and all of a sudden started jumping sideways and twisting in the air. I was unseated and she took off. Upon landing I felt a sharp pain in my hip and knew I was in trouble. I felt stiging all along my back and thought that I had landed on a fireant hill. I pushed myself up but I was unable to move anymore. The pain in my hip was terrible and almost unbearable. I cried out to Godto please don't let my hip be broken. In a matter of seconds the pain diminished in my hip but I was still unable to get up. I heard hoofbeats coming at me and all at once Precious is running around me in a circle. She circled me a couple of times and then ran off. Pat had seen her standing at the porch and tried to get her. She took off and came to me. Pat followed her out in the field and saw where she went. He said that he could not see me because of the high grass. Precious then ran to him and he put her in pasture. Did not even take off the saddle. He came to me and called 911. Thanks to Precious getting Pat's attention and then showing him where I was, I did not have to lay out in the field for very long.

My back was broken in 4 places and my hip showed a healed fracture in the xrays.

Precious had found a yellowjacket nest in the field and had been stung several times.

2 months later I rode Precious again. Actually I was led around on her back. I had gotten rid of the wheelchair that day and was using a walker. I was determined to ride my Precious again.

Dreary day

It is raining again. Suits my mood. MIL was here yesterday.

To start off, I fixed breakfast after Pat got up. That was around noon. About 1:30 he says that he has to go pickup his mother that she was going to be here for the night. Thanks for the notice. So I get started on dinner. I tell him that it will not be ready until around 6. He tells me that he will stop and get his mother a bite to eat. Does he do this? NO. So as soon as they walk in his mama says when is dinner? I am hungry. When I said that it won't be ready for a couple more hours she says I should have stayed home. I was so mad. I wanted to just serve it then, raw pork chops and undercooked pinto beans. I asked Pat in private," I thought you said you were going to get her something to eat? You knew dinner would not be ready right when you got here. " Well I guess I set off WW3. The rest of the day was the pits. He said a few things and I decided to not speak because if I did I would blow my lid. Well his mother kept asking me if I was mad at her. Then she would ask me personal questions about my friend which I knew the answers to but they were not any of her business. I told her that I did not know and that it was not my business so I never asked her. She is the biggest gossip in the family and  never tells it truthfully. So that made Pat mad at me. He said that I do not treat his mother with respect. The rest of the day went just peachy.

Now it is Sunday. Are things better. No. His mother wakes me at at 7 telling me that my friend wants me to call. I had the answering machine on. She listened to the message and woke me up. The message was not urgent , it said to call later after church. Well I get up and fix a pot of coffee. The last pot I fixed she said was too weak so I made this one with a pre-measured pouch of coffee. It was too strong. That makes Pat mad. He said I did it on purpose. That I must have put a cup of grinds in it. He also said just wait until one of my family comes and stays. Like that will happen. He knew how much that would hurt. I do not have any family that will ever be staying with me. Well I made them their breakfast and I got ready for church. Brook and I left for Sunday School. We did not stay for services. I went and laid down because I had a headache. I guess I was rude. He left to take her home and he told Brook he was going fishing and took my camera with him. Like I believe him.

I am the one that is supposed to give my all. I am the one that is supposed to clean the house and cook the meals and entertain a woman that does not like me. If he wants her down here then why doesn't he entertain her? He just goes about doing what he wants. I am tired of listening to her go on about how she wishes she was somewhere else or with someone else. I am tired about hearing about her drug addict of a daughter and how wonderful V is. Little does she know. I know something that V has done that would destroy her mother but I will not tell her because I do not want to be the one to kill her. She has a bad heart.

So anyway he is "gone fishing" and Brook and I are here. I am tired. I am going to go play POGO.

RAIN

It is raining again. In the last 30 minutes the temperature has dropped 15 degrees and it has dumped a ton water. 

Backyard

Out the front door

Out the window next to computer. The water is about 6 inches deep right now.

 

picking and kicking

Today was a slow lazy day for me. Well sort of anyway. I watched a movie and then I went blackberry picking.

Of course the blackberies went pricking. I don't like blackberries. They have too many seeds in them. They also have too many thorns! I must have a hundred pricks on my hands and arms. We did get a galon picked today. Counting all the rest we have picked this week we have picked 4 gallons of berries. We have a patch growing on the side of a hill on our farm. The horses stay out of it because it scratches them. The only thing we have to worry about are the birds that like to eat them, the wasps and yellow jackets that like to build their nest in them, and the snakes that like to live under them. Luckily none of those have bothered us. This week has been a neverending week of making blackberrt muffins and cobblers. I have also put some up in the freezer. The payoff is he has to help me pick blueberries!

The other thing I did today was to take Brook to TaeTwonDo. She started taking it last week and is really enjoying it. I hope that it teaches her self-discipline and coordination. Lord only knows she does not inherit the genes for coordination from me! I am #1 klutz!  So anyway she is a white belt of course. She is the only girl in the class. No problem there. The instructor is a woman, the master is her husband. They teach together. Here is picture of my little darling performing a blocking move with a punch to the throat or gut or just where-ever she reaches!!

 

State of Georgia

  Once upon a time in the kingdom of Heaven, God was  missing for six days. Eventually, Michael the archangel found him, resting  on the seventh day. He inquired of God.   "Where have you been?" God  sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwards through the  clouds, "Look, Michael. Look what I've made."   Archangel Michael  looked puzzled and said, "What is it?"   "It's a planet," replied God, "and  I've put Life on it. I'm going to call it Earth and it's going to be a  great place of balance."   "Balance?" Inquired Michael, still  confused.   God explained, pointing to different parts of earth. "For  example, northern Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth  but cold and harsh while southern Europe is going to be poor but sunny  and pleasant. "I have made some lands abundant in water and other  lands parched deserts. "This one will be extremely hot and while this one  will be very cold and covered in ice."   The Archangel, impressed  by God's work, then pointed to a land mass and said "What's that  one?"   "Ah," said God. "That's GEORGIA -- the most glorious place  on earth.   There are beautiful beaches, streams, hills, and forests.  The people from GEORGIA are going to be handsome, modest, intelligent  and humorous and they are going to be found traveling the world. They will  be extremely sociable, hardworking and high achieving, and they will  be known throughout the world as diplomats and carriers of  peace."   Michael gasped in wonder and admiration but then proclaimed,  "What about balance, God? You said there would be balance!"   God  replied wisely, "Wait until you see the idiots I put  in ATLANTA."  
A GEORGIA BLESSING Note: If you are not a resident  of GEORGIA or never have lived in the hot, humid South, you may not  understand the weight of this blessing! Bless this house, oh Lord, we cry. Please keep it cool in mid-July. Bless the walls where termites dine, While ants and roaches march in time. Bless our yard where spiders pass Fire ant castles in the grass. Bless the garage, a home to please Carpenter beetles, ticks and fleas. Bless the love bugs, two by two, the gnats and mosquitoes that feed on you. Millions of creatures that fly or crawl, in GEORGIA,Lord, you've put them all!! But this is home, and here we'll stay, So thank you Lord, for insect  spray.   HOLD IT......there's more............. YOU  KNOW YOU ARE IN GEORGIA IN JULY WHEN. . . The birds have to use potholders to pull worms out of the ground. The trees are whistling for the dogs. The best parking place is determined by shade instead of distance. Hot water now comes out of both taps. You can make sun tea instantly. You learn that a seat belt buckle makes a pretty good branding iron. The temperature drops below 95 and you feel a little chilly. You discover that in July it only takes 2 fingers to steer your car. You discover that you can get sunburned through your car window. You actually burn your hand opening the car door. You break into a sweat the instant you step outside at 7:30  a.m. Your biggest bicycle wreck fear is, "What if I get knocked out and end up lying on the pavement and cook to death?" You realize that asphalt has a liquid state. The potatoes cook underground, so all you have to do is pull one out and add butter, salt and pepper. Farmers are feeding their chickens crushed ice to keep them from laying boiled eggs. The cows are giving evaporated milk. Ah, what a place to call home.  God Bless Our State of Georgia!!

Test results

Got my test results and all is good! No cysts no cancer!

Father's Day

Yesterday was Father's Day. My father has been dead for 31 years now. I miss my daddy. I am thankful for the time I had with him. My memories are not the same as my brother and sisters. He treated me different than he treated them. I believe that he knew he would not see me grow up.

Yesterday we went to the Battlefield for a ride and a walk. I took a walk to the tower while my hunny and Brook rode Crystal. I probally hiked about 5 miles yesterday. Today I was sore!

 Tower Of Chickamauga National Battlefield

Pat (Hunny ) and Crystal

Me and Crystal

Brook and Crystal

New toy!!!!

Well I went shopping today and bought me a new toy. I bought me my very first digital camera. I have been spending all day getting to know it.

 

This is a picture of one of my crepe mrytles. It was a gift from my mama. It is a survivor! Twice goats have eatten it to the ground. another time it was mowed down.

Now this is a picture of a beautiful flower. Pay real close attention to it. It is called poison sumac. It will give you a worse rash than poison oak or poison ivy. We have plenty of it here.

There are people in your life
who will either lift you up
or weigh you down.


Which one are you?

Why?

I was reading a journal of someone that I have come to know through her blog and she was talking about why she writes and it got me to thinking. I started this because of an online friend. She has a journal and sent me a link. I started reading hers and thought that this was neat so I started my own. I never had a diary when I was younger, never wrote in a journal. The only writing I  ever did was for assignments in school. I enjoyed writing but I never thought that I was good at it. Reading was my best subject. I would compare my writing to theirs and mine would come up short. I have always been my worst critic in everything I have ever done. I need to do this. I need to allow myself to express myself some how. Most days I do not have any conversation at all. There is only so much that you can say to a 6 year old. My hunny and I lately cannot have much of a conversation without it turning into a disagreement.  I need to share with someone. My family is.... well they are not here for me. One of my sisters lives 20 miles from me but we do not see each other. I  have no relationship with any of my family. I love them because they are my family. I do not know where any of them live. I have their phone numbers but I do not know what to say to them. My mama died and all ties broke. If I was to die tonight who would be at my funeral? Yes they would probally show up for that. Maybe. I only know of 5 people that would truly grieve for me. I'm wandering around in my head now, rambling and feeling sorry for myself. I guess I just needed a good cry.

Riding around

I just had the best time! I bush hogged the front field. For those of you that do not know bushhogging is cutting with a big mower on the back of a tractor. I had so much fun. I love getting out there and riding on the tractor. i find it so very relaxing. It has been 3 years since I have been allowed to ride the tractor. After breaking my back my hunny was afraid for me to. Now that I am pain free for the most part and I have proven that I can do things again and do know how to limit myself he is willing and ready to allow me to run the tractor again.

This is a Farmall International Model C. It was made in the early 1950's. Notice the front tires. It is called a tricycle model.

 

This is a Bushhog. It has a 5 foot cutting span. It will cut down small trees and other brush. it will also chop you to pieces if you fall off the tractor and it runs over you.

Riverbend Festival

We have a festival Riverbend Festival in Chattanooga Tennessee every year featuring all kinds of music and many different artists. Featured Artists only costs $33 this year for 9 days of entertainment.  Check out tonight and tomorrow nights lineup. No matter what you like it may be there, Rock ,blues, hair bands, rap, Christian, country, pop, jazz, oldies, classical.  Headliners include L.L. Cool J, Keith Urban, Little Big Town, Little Feat, Michael W Smith, Michelle Branch, Sara Evans and STYX. If you are in the neighborhood come on down Lots of food and good music.

Concert Schedule For June 11th
Friday, June 11, 2004
Acts for Friday June 11th include Michelle Branch with Special Guests Ingram Hill, Poco, Matt Carbone, All Things Green, Mad Fish Willy, Restless Heart, Ray's Music Exchange, Blue Dogs, Push Play, Todd Snider, Hot Buttered Rum String Band and Little House!!!
Concert Schedule For June 12th
Saturday, June 12, 2004
Acts for Saturday June 12th include L.L. Cool J, Meghan Shelton, Talent Search Finalist, Infradig, Allen Sherman & Williams, Doc Shaffer's Big Band, Core, Calvin Richardson, Guy Clark, Mr. North, Tishamingo, Delta Moon, Oteil Burbridge, Chokeslam, Dr. Vibe, Loophole and Perpetual Groove!!

Peeved

I am a little bit peeved. Did you know that we paid for Ronald Reagan's funeral? It cost us in excess of $400 million dollars. That is right you heard me. How do you ask? The funeral itself cost several million, then all government employees were given the day off with pay. Why?

Our tax dollars at work.

Home again

Well I had my tests ran and now the wait. They must really like my mammies!! 14 x-rays were taken. Yes I have big boobs so that is why. Also I have a lump that must have an eye kept on it. Nothing to really worry about, it has been determined that it is a lymph node that fell into my breast tissue. Tomorrow is blood work day. I am so tired of this but I do want to be healthy. Catch the problems now and fix it rather than after having heart attack or stroke or whatever.

Off to the hospital to get my throat scanned and my mammies grammed!

i think I need to clear one thing up. we have a fense around our place. We have 15 acres but she can jump it! She (Belle) has no problem clearing a 4 foot fence. It would cost us several 1000 dollars to put up new fence that will keep her in. And that is doing it ourself.

Bad start

 Today just had to start out like it did. 8 in the morning and I had not had my tea yet. The neighbor behind me came over and told me that he had just told my cousin (not mine and my hunny does not claim him ) to get his cows off of his property. Then he pulls a 9mm gun out of his waistband and starts walking away from me talking the whole time. Told me to remove my horse from his property or he would have to take measures to insure that she is removed. According to him she has been over there the whole time. Well the fact is she did not go over there until about 1am today. Anyway he is making all of these threats to me standing there with a gun in his hand. COWARD.  She would not have kept going over there if they had not been giving her treats and stuff. This is the same jerk whose cows would come over and eat my garden up or knock things over in my yard. So today I placed an ad in the paper to sell her. I hate to do that. She was born and raised here. She was our miracle baby.

 

The story of Isabelle

Valentine's Day 2001 we went and bought a beautiful Paint mare, Crystal.   She was so skinny I felt sorry for her. She was smaller than the rest of the horses and so sweet. Her blue eyes looked like they could see right thru you. We got her home and had the vet to come out and check her over and give her shots and worm her. The vet said that she could stand to gain a few pounds, at least a couple hundred pounds. She had a good time here eatting without anyone taking her food away from her. We started to get a bit worried about her because she gained weigh so fast. On June 10th we bought my horse, Precious. On the 17th, Father's Day, I was taken to the hospital with a broken back. That was a Sunday. Tuesday Crystal gave birth to Belle. LOL We were told that there was no possible way that she could be pregnant. The vet even said that. She was so malnourished when we got her that it is a miracle that she carried Belle. That is the story of her miracle birth. She is for sale now if anybody is interested.

Cats

Last night after I signed off I was watching several of my cats here in the livingroom. Bunny, the little white one, was playing with Blackie's tail.  Blackie is my big 2 year old tomcat. He was whipping it back and forth. Now anyone that has ever had a kitten knows that is automatically something that will be attacked by a kitten. It was so funny. Sebastian, my old cat, was laying about a foot from Blackie asleep on his back. All at once Blackie jumped on Sebastian and started beating on him. Blackie had Sebastian at a disadvantage, clawing at his belly with those powerful back legs. The screaming was terrible. They were going at it in the hall, fur was flying. I was yelling and kicking at Blackie to no avail. Suddenly a small, fluffed out ball of mottled gray fur goes flying by me. It was Susie.  Susie is Blackie's mama. She jumped on Blackie and started tearing him up. His fur was flying then. He got off of Sebastian and Susie stood in between them. Everytime Blackie moved she would start slashing at him. She checked Sebastian over from head to toe after I got Blackie out of the house.

Susie weighs all of 5 pounds, Blackie is 12 pounds. We call her our demon cat. She is mean but when she loves she gives her all. She loves Sebastian. He is neutered so they have never mated but in every sense of the word, they are mates. LOL She goes and gets pregnant and he slaps her, but everytime she delivers a litter, he is there. They wash each other's face, eat together, and play together. He never hurts any of the kittens, just growls at them. When they get old enough to eat food, he sits there at food dish until they have eatten their fill.

I love my babies. They each have their own personality.

I can do anything

I am home alone. Brook is at Vacation Bible School this evening and my hunny is at work. I can do anything I want and guess where I am? Duh.... sitting in front of the computer!!! LOLOLOL. I am addicted this machine and I probally will always be so. I enjoy my puter time even though there are times when I really do need to get off of it. O well. I AM HERE TO STAY LOLOL!!!!!

If raising children was going to be easy, it never would have started with something called labor!

Gramming mammies

Get your mammies grammed!

For years and years they told me,
Be careful of your breasts.
Don't ever squeeze or bruise them.
And give them monthly tests.

So I heeded all their warnings,
And protected them by law.
Guarded them very carefully,
And I always wore my bra.

After 30 years of astute care,
My gyno, Dr. Pruitt,
Said I should get a Mammogram
"O.K," I said, "let's do it."

"Stand up here real close" she said,
(She got my boob in line),
"And tell me when it hurts," she said,
"Ah yes! Right there, that's fine."

She stepped upon a pedal,
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down,
My hooter's in a vise!

My skin was stretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor boob was being squashed,
To Swedish Pancake thin.

Excruciating pain I felt,
Within it's vise-like grip.
A prisoner in this vicious thing,
My poor defenseless tit!

"Take a deep breath" she said to me,
Who does she think she's kidding?!?
My chest is mashed in her machine,
And woozy I am getting.

"There, that's good," I heard her say,
(The room was slowly swaying.)
"Now, let's have a go at the other one."
Have mercy, I was praying.


It squeezed me from both up and down,
It squeezed me from both sides.
I'll bet SHE'S never had this done,
To HER tender little hide.

Next time that they make me do this,
I will request a blindfold.
I have no wish to see again,
My knockers getting steam rolled.

If I had no problem when I came in,
I surely have one now.
If there had been a cyst in there,
It would have gone "ker-pow!"

This machine was created by a man,
Of this, I have no doubt.
I'd like to stick his balls in there,
And see how THEY come out!

OK gals, now that you have had your laugh, remember...

BreastCancer Awareness...

Go have those boobs checked out and stay healthy! Pass the
message on to your mothers, sisters, daughters, aunts, cousins, friends --
and even your enemies -- because the WORST enemy is Breast Cancer!

Help out those who cannot afford the test. Click the link in My Favorite Links. Two  clicks, that's all. Thank you.

It is good to be a woman

It is good to be a woman: 1.  We got off the Titanic first. 2.  We can scare male bosses with mysterious gynecological disorder excuses. 3.  Taxis stop for us. 4.  We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing. 5.  No fashion faux pas we make could ever rival the Speedo. 6.  We don't have to pass gas to amuse ourselves. 7.  If we forget to shave, no one has to know. 8.  We can congratulate our teammate without ever touching her rear end. 9.  We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there. 10. We have the ability to dress ourselves. 11. We can talk to the opposite sex without having to picture them naked. 12. If we marry someone 20 years younger, we are aware that we will look like an idiot. 13. We will never regret piercing our ears. 14. There are times when chocolate really CAN solve all your problems. 15. We can make comments about how silly men are in their presence because they aren't listening anyway.

Update on Precious

The vet just left. He came out and checked up on Precious. He said that she is healing good. No more shots for now. He said that the place on her neck may fester back up again and burst. He said not to worry if it does unless she gets listless. He also said the places on her ribs may never go away but that they should not interfer with riding her again. The biggest problem in riding her again is the place that is high up on her back, it is where the saddle sits. Hopefully it will go away. I will never get rid of her. She will never go anywhere where there is the possiblity of being hurt again.

The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or
touched - they must be felt with the heart ~ Helen Keller

My Thursday evening

Click this entry to what I did.

http://journals.aol.com/csandhollow/Mygarden/entries/577

Looking ou the window

I have been just sitting here looking out the window watching the new day begin. There were wisps of fog drifting across the fields. The light of the full moon reflecting off of it. Now the sky is getting brighter with the arrival of the sun. A couple of bluebirds sitting on a pallet that is leaning up against the carport ignoring the kitten that walks past them.I see a buzzard floating in the sky. I am amazed everytime I see one of them in the air, something so gawkly yet soars so gracefully in the air. Clouds are floating by and clouds of white wildflowers are blooming in the fields. So quiet right now, peaceful.

Good morning

I was reading my mail and recieved the Toddlers' Property Laws. I laughed so hard than it dawned on me...... to many people have never grown out of the toddler stage. Sad.

Toddlers' Property Laws
=======================

1. If I like it, it's mine.
2. If it's in my hand, it's mine.
3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.
4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.
6. If I'm doing or building something, all the pieces are mine.
7. If it looks like mine, it is mine.
8. If I saw it first, it's mine.
9. If you are playing with something and you put it down,
   it automatically becomes mine.
10 If it's broken, it's yours.

Thought for the day

Great minds discuss ideas.

Average minds discuss events.

Small minds discuss people.
-Unknown

Weekend Assignment #8

Weekend Assignment #8: Name the book that you feel would best describe you to a total stranger.

Well let's just use the titles, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest  and I Never Promised you a Rose Garden.  Another one is Better Homes and Garden Cookbook.  Lo

Sebastian and Bunny

Sebastian as some of you may know is my old cat. I have had him for a very long time. Any where he wants to go he does

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Next is Bunny. She is the only survivor of her litter. She is called Bunny because she hops when she runs. Her back legs were weak and were slayed out like a penquin. Poor thing. She was also so fat that when her mama pushed her over she could not roll back over. Now she climbs and goes anywhere she wants. And she is looking for a home.

Old Henry

I made my hunny's day today. I bought him an Old Henry. He had been looking at this particular model and I could tell he really wanted it. So I got it for him for Father's Day. For those not in the know.... Old Henry is a brandname for a rifle. That is right I bought him a gun. A real beauty of a gun, .22 LR repeater, 15 shot. Fancy too, it has brass all over it. Heavy for a 22 rifle. I like guns and have a healthy respect for them. I worked in a hospital so I have seen what kind of damage a gun will do to a body, all kinds of guns from bb guns to assault rifles. I have seen self inflicted shots and people shot by others, dead and alive.

I  live on a farm and know how they can save a life too. Mostly we shoot cans and things like that but we have been known to shoot animals with our guns. We do not go hunting even though we say we will go. We feed the deer and watch them out in our fields. We have wild turkeys, rabbits, groundhogs, squirells, and skunks and other animals come through here. We have no hunting signs posted on our property. I have killed a coyote that was killing my calf. I have killed a dog that was killing my chickens. It had killed about 20 chickens when I caugt him. He was not killing to eat, just to kill. It was a neighbor's dog. ( He said if I had not killed him he would have) my hunny killed a rabid skunk that was attacking our dog, right before he came after me. Man that skunk could ran! It tested positive for rabies.

I don't have a large stockpile of weapons and ammo. I am not militant.  I like my gun and that is that.

Just testing to see if it works! LOL

Moving and friends

Today I helped my friend move some things into her new apartment.  I t is a sad day for both of us. She does not want to move into town and I hate to see her move away from me. She is the only friend I have left that I see face to face. My best friend lives elsewhere so I do not get to see her very often.

I do not make friends easily. I have a hard time understanding what people say sometimes. Actually I have a hard time most of the time. I am hearing impaired and do not have hearing aids to help me hear what is being said to me. People that don't know me think I am ignoring them when they speak to me or snubbing them if they do know me. I have had people actually ask me if I was retarded. It is hard to explain to people that I did not hear them speak to me or have them repeat what they said to me because I only heard a word or two. I smile and nod a lot in social situations or look like I am totally absorbed in something so I won't get approached.  I read lips, I can hear as I am not totally deaf, but I miss a lot of what is being said and therefore I fill in the blanks and sometimes it is wrong. It has caused a lot of problems for me and so I stay out of situations where I will have to listen to a lot of different people. The internet has given me a chance to meet people that do not care if I can hear them or not. I can chat with someone and not have to say what did you say? I have met some wonderful people here and of course I have met some creeps too. I am thankful for all that I have met. You have helped me to find out things about myself that I probally never would have known.