Something that I want to pass on.
Making Patriotism Fashionable Again 05/30 by Sandi Tuttle | Blog Talk Radio
Disclaimer, she's my sister in law, so there's no telling what she will say.
Sorry for not being a daily writer, but things have been rough around here. Not as rough as the farmers have it, just rougher than the norm. Food prices are going to go through the roof.
Haven't had much rain in this neck of the woods, in a while. Grass is dying. Lawnmower is crying out, "Ride Me, Ride Me". Ants are crying "Don't move, I want to bite you".
Got a replacement liner for the old pool on order. Don't know when it will be in. It feels real good to take a dip after work. Kinda like a dip for a dip.
They opened up the levies for the river. Hate to see those poor people getting their homes flooded. I know how bad it is to clean up. We had around 8 and 1/2 feet in our house after Katrina. Nothing like running a Bobcat down the hallway, to rip out the carpet. But we did get new Sheetrock and paint. Now the outside needs to be washed again. You would think vinyl could stay clean for at least 5 years.
Got the windows open. Put a garage door screen over the back french doors. Got them open also. Nice to have a breeze and not have the power meter spinning. I'll be glad when fuel prices goes back down. Cheaper gas, cheaper food. We will be able to spend our money on items that will help the economy.
Well since I have nothing to write about, I'll close for now.
Be safe and take care of one another.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
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3 comments:
Call me a Pollyanna, but I don't expect to ever see gas prices go down to stay.
down a dusty dixie road... I spent several springs in FL baling straw in the panhandle. Hearing about the hot weather reminds me of working long hours and pretty girls and the beach and going to the river on a Sunday afternoon.
I liked the early morning when the fog was lifting off the pine woods and little swamps. Or the hot nights outside when it was so humid you could have been in a sauna. But, I never had to live there year around. It is now just a memory that represents lost youth and thinking one was in charge of one's own destiny.
I thought it was funny when people would say, "sheeeeeeiit," or try to say Oregon. They thought it was funny that I sunburned bright red and craved IBC rootbeer.
I hope all goes well in your neck of the woods.
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