The Monkey Is Pissed...

Because he's been completely ignored for almost a month!

I am so thankful for everything I have and God's got my back...

But....

Dropped the jet ski trailer on my foot and broke my toe two weeks ago the ONE time I have been to the lake this summer. Hobbling around...

Still no job, but after FOUR months and an appeal I finally got unemployment. I will survive.

Still leery about spending ANY money so I'm driving around with no A/C in my truck. Windows work great though.

I'm having to mow back yard twice a week because of the excess water, BUT I have a rider and everyone is jealous it's so green. Well, they haven't said so, but I'm sure they are.

The ONE time I went to the lake, had to pay half of the annual rental.

Finally called and added the camper to my insurance this morning and also jet ski coverage. This should have been done last year. Someone might steal the jet ski's to show me that they are supposed to be moved more often and used more than the ONE time I've been to the lake.

Oh, I'm wrong. David and his friend went up one day. The weekend he told me had to work. They took BOTH ski's out. My new one without my permission. We're still going to have a talk about this later. I found this out and was angry the ONE weekend I went down there. Actually, my brother's girl friend went down with me and two friend's of David's. David had "attitude" the whole 24 hours he was there because he was tired. They left on Saturday after the guys got pissed because I wouldn't let them take both jet ski's out alone without David.

And to top it all. David is moving out this weekend to my ex's girlfriend's rental house. I'm very appreciative of this because he's getting a good deal and he'll be able to leave the place he's staying at with friends. Of course, Rooster is back and mentioned going to the lake. I want to go. I also want to be here when he hauls his bed out the door for the first time in his life.

I ALSO wanted to be on the other end when he puts his bed up somewhere else for the first time. BUT, he has told me no, because he's not sure who all is going to be there. Meaning his Dad and GF. His Dad and I have been apart for almost 9 years. I have no problem with it. Why does everyone else? She's met his FIRST wife, why not the SECOND? They are fixing it up really nice for him. Her daughter just moved out of it and got married and lives close by. They live close by to David. I live an hour and a half away. Mama Bear is sharpening her claws here. I have to keep my mouth shut for this momentous occasion and enjoy the moment with David. His first place. I'm excited for him. Seriously, I am. I just wish it was about an hour closer!

But....he did not join the Air Force. He is not in Korea or BF Egypt. I am thankful, truly thankful.

And this goes round and round in my head.....with background music..."I'll Be There"

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I'm Floating Away....

Yes, I'm still alive and kicking...

Update? There are none. That's why I haven't been blogging, reading, nadda, zip.

Little advice? If you have a job...keep it. There are none out there.

We had quite a storm yesterday. I've been involved in the process of what there plans are for my yard and across the street. They seem to feel if they purchase the vacant lot across the street where this flood zone goes, it will make it flow faster. I can't seem to convince them it's not THERE, the problem is too much water on THIS side trying to make it through the little culvert. They are looking at my side AFTER that. Doing work on personal property is the LAST thing they want to do. You can see the incoming from the right. Look at the left:

A culvert from the left and one coming down the middle. Two into one which merges with the other photo. The creek in this picture has eroded what was a basic 12" stream into a 4 foot deep gorge. And can I mow? Hell no. I'm trying to build a berm back there to stop water from my neighbors yard (railroad ties) We are going to end up digging a effin trench back there for the THIRD run off into the creek. The shed? This was the only dry spot in my yard when I got it.
Now it may have to be moved to the FRONT yard. Geesh. And to top it off, see the NEWLY landscaped red dirt and straw? Yes, he created even more run off. Don't disturb the ground people!! Please!

I'm becoming an expert. I am contacting the NC Soil & Environmental Crap because I heard they help people build rain gardens and wetland gardens. I think I have the perfect spot. Ya think?

House Hunters...

Flittering from house to house...

Moving in day...

We sure have nosy neighbors...

Don't look. Maybe she'll go away.

I'm wondering how long this will last. Quite a busy location, what with the bird feeder?

A reason to wash the dishes more often. What a view!

The Hand...

THE HAND

At first it sounded like a Thanksgiving story, but the more I reflected on it, the more appropriate it seemed for any time of the year. The way I heard it, the story went like this:

Thanksgiving Day was near. The first grade teacher gave her class a fun assignment -- to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful.

Most of the class might be considered economically disadvantaged, but still many would celebrate the holiday with turkey and other traditional goodies of the season. These, the teacher thought, would be the subjects of most of her student's art. And they were.

But Douglas made a different kind of picture. Douglas was a different kind of boy. He was the teacher's true child of misery, frail and unhappy. As other children played at recess, Douglas was likely to stand close by her side. One could only guess at the pain Douglas felt
behind those sad eyes.

Yes, his picture was different. When asked to draw a picture of something for which he was thankful, he drew a hand. Nothing else. Just an empty hand.

His abstract image captured the imagination of his peers. Whose hand could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers raise turkeys. Another suggested a police officer, because the police protect and care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God, for God feeds us. And so the discussion went -- until the teacher almost forgot the young artist himself.

When the children had gone on to other assignments, she paused at Douglas' desk, bent down, and asked him whose hand it was. The little boy looked away and murmured, "It's yours, teacher."

She recalled the times she had taken his hand and walked with him here or there, as she had the other students. How often had she said, "Take my hand, Douglas, we'll go outside." Or, "Let me show you how to hold your pencil." Or, "Let's do this together." Douglas was most thankful
for his teacher's hand.

Brushing aside a tear, she went on with her work.

The story speaks of more than thankfulness. It says something about teachers teaching and parents parenting and friends showing friendship, and how much it means to the Douglases of the world. They might not always say thanks. But they'll remember the hand that reaches out.

-- Steve Goodier

I always hesitate to ask when I need a hand. I can do it myself. My Mom was that way because she had to be. Eventually people quit asking because they think you are okay without one. That is not always the case. Keep asking. Anyone of your friends or family need a hand? Keep asking.

Memorial Day...Remember

Our thoughts and prayers are with all our brave heroes...past, present and future.
May God bless you all!