Sunday, August 7, 2016


Ah, summertime! I'm relishing the heat. It feels like the sun warms me down to the bones. I've been taking antibiotics and I'm not supposed to get too much sun. 

Saturday afternoon I was going to mow but I was cleaning up a part of the yard instead. When I finally got around to getting out the lawnmower so I could check the oil and gas I noticed the cover for the air filter was missing. I found the filter laying on the ground but I never could find the cover for the box. I walked all over this yard, looking under bushes, and around anything that might have knocked off the lid. 

Today my son came to visit and cut some hedges in the front yard. I decided to rake under the bushes just in case I lost the filter lid in the front yard last week although I don't believe I wouldn't have noticed it being missing while I mowed the whole yard last week. I finally started raking on one side of the bushes while he cut them standing on the other side. I had forgotten that there are yellow jackets around there. They got after me and started stinging me. 

Colt told me to run to the house. I ran onto the carport and started looking for the ammonia and cotton balls I leave sitting on the fence for just this kind of emergency. The stupid yellow jackets were still following me and wouldn't quit stinging me so I had to run into the house. We trapped them in the washroom and I ran into the dining room. I made Colt go around to spray the yellow jackets but he said they were at the door and he let them out instead.

I was stung at least four times. Once on the hand. Once on the leg. And a couple of times on my torso. Every time I feel a twinge I jump, thinking I've been stung again.

Oh well, that's what I get for not thinking. 

I don't know what I'm going to do about fixing the lawnmower. Maybe I'll tie the goat outside.

I hope I have a better day tomorrow.

Ashley, Tommie Lyn, Pat, Pam, Myra, Nancy, Nancy, Brenda, Chris, Randy, 
Jonnie Bell, Gloria, Blake, Bob, Justin, Cole, Jerry

Susan and Bob

Back to School Time



peace out
PBS 8-7-16 Sunday 6:00 PM EDT

Tuesday, July 26, 2016


my monthly
Thank you for your kindness and patience in taking the time to peruse my weak attempts at humor or whatever you want to call my monthly ramblings.

I haven't been very forthcoming about my life and my family because it seems there is always too much drama. (Don't ask.) 

Did I tell you I hate drama? Well, I do. That still doesn't mean I don't cause as much as I experience. I say that to my shame. I have the manners of a billy goat and I'm not a peace maker. That is not my job. I don't have a job anymore.

I think I should get involved in politics. I'd have to be better than the politicians we have now. Am I right? 

I'm getting tired of everybody else going to Washington and getting rich making backroom deals. I figure I can run on the Honesty platform. Heck, most of those congressmen take a couple of years to become really corrupt (aka richer) and I'm such a dummy it would take me literally years to learn their tricks and the voters could vote me out by the time I become corrupted. Years, I tell you!

I miss having a period. Now I don't have an excuse to bloat and pout for a week. Strangely, I miss that. I also don't have a rage of hormones to course through me and engulf me in righteous indignation. Therefore, my flame is becoming dim. That's why I'm becoming a monthly.

If I could, I would rant and rage, but I can't do that anymore. I haven't felt as full of myself and as inflamed since I lost my daddy. I know that probably sounds stupid and I know it came completely out of left field but that's the truth.

When my daddy was alive, I wondered if he read my blog. I always kept a keen eye and tried not to say anything I shouldn't. My parents didn't like too much drama, either, although sometimes I have to wonder.

Anyway, I never did learn whether my mother read my blog except for the time or two I showed her something I'd posted. I didn't know if my daddy knew I could even spell, much less write until one time he asked me to write something funny for the old car club he belonged to that he wanted to share. I never did get around to writing that story for him.

My aunts read some of my stories and told me they liked them so they may have told Mama and Daddy about me. I didn't think they cared.

It's funny that you can be born in a family and feel close to one another and when the unthinkable happens and you lose a linchpin everything changes. That happened when we lost my father and I've seen it happen to families around me who have been crippled with pain and loss. It happens every single time someone loses someone they love. That's why I want to say be gentle and be patient. Their lives will never be the same and it takes some time to adjust to the rest of their own lives. Just hang in there. It'll get better. That's what they say. I'll tell you when it happens.

Between running to doctors and dentists and trying to maintain, our lives are very full right now. All in all, it's not so bad as long as you look on the bright side. I'll let you know when I see it. 

Take it easy.

Krista, Jeremy,Darrel, Athena, Connie, Jennifer, Christy, Nathan, Madison, Holly, Coven, Tristan, Evitt, Tillie





Saturday, June 11, 2016


This is the weekend of the annual Dixie Highway 90 Mile Yard Sale. I noticed people are setting up several booths in anticipation. It's always a big deal and traffic can be bumper to bumper. 

I have to be careful not to rubberneck and run over anybody.

I was sidelined last week when my truck had to be worked on. 

I had to go to the dentist Monday because I developed an infection in my gums!

Mamma's ankles are swelling and Mary was complaining with a pain in her buttocks. Colt and I have bad coughs. 

I know it seems like one thing after the other is always going on and it's not happening news or interesting stuff. It's just plain boring day to day life. I prefer it to the alternative. Wouldn't you? I hate the drama.

There are lots of things going on but they're big things and little things and things that don't really mean much to anybody but us. 

I wish Daddy was still alive. He would have a blowout birthday party for Mamma's 87th birthday. That's a lot of candles. We'd have to have the fire department on standby. I miss my daddy.

Aaron, Dustin, Tyler, Sara, Colt, Tim, Eddie, Jimmy, Gary, Dana, Nancy, Hanna, Keegan, and Shanda

Chase and Krista Sheram

J.L. Strickland, Mary Bell Carter, Sam Burchfield, Charlie Burchfield, 

and Steve Yeargin


Flag day June 14, Father's day on June 19th, and Summer June 21st


Late, but not forgotten. Enjoy!

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

MAY 2016

Today was one of those days. I had a dentist appointment but was late because I realized our goat, Bonnie, was out and I had to go looking for her before I left. Thank goodness our neighbor caught her and was bringing her home when I started looking. He probably heard me yelling for her.

After my dental appointment I had to rush home to make sure Bonnie was still in the pen. I shut the door so she couldn't escape again. I didn't have time to look for the hole in the fence. 

I ran to the electric company to pay my bill that I had forgot all about until the other night. I was happy I got it paid within the grace period and didn't owe a late fee but when I went back to my truck to leave it wouldn't start. Oh great! This day was turning out to be a doozie. I called the mechanic and then Scout and Donny, just in case I needed them later. 

I wasted about an hour trying to get my truck to start.

Donny finally told me to mash the doohickey that Scout pushed when it wouldn't start the last time. I looked around under the hood. To say I'm inept is a compliment. I took some cover off of something and then had to put it back on because I didn't see anything there to push. I finally realized the doodad was right in front of me but I couldn't reach it. No problem. I got my trusty old back scratcher I carry in my truck and used the handlike stick to push the spring a couple of times then I tried to crank my truck and, by golly, it worked! That was a relief. 

I'm just glad to finally be home.
Well, today was another day. I thought, "what the heck, I'll do some running around" clearly ignoring my precarious predicament from yesterday. I convinced my buddy, Joann, to go riding around with me and we ended up at Burger's Market in Carbondale. 

Lo and behold, the truck bowed up on me and wouldn't start. Who'd a knew? Well, we called in the cavalry and waited. It was a long hot wait. Joann and I got comfy with a sun shade and ice cold water compliments of the lady from Burger's Market. 

Joann was rescued by her friend, Nancy, who came down to Carbondale to pick Joann up. My son, Scout, came by after work to see if he could help. Nothing we did worked. He gave me the number for the wrecker service and left. 

It wasn't very long before Donny arrived from work and tried to start the truck. No such luck. We finally gave up and called Dalton Wrecker and had them haul my Ford to the mechanic in Resaca. We've become such reliable customers we've built sort of a bond. I hope he won't mind coming to get the keys to my truck in the morning when I call. Crap! I wasted a couple of hours today because I didn't take the truck to the garage the first thing today like I should have. I should have known better.

Oh lord, help me through Wednesday. It looks like it's going to be a fun-filled week.

It was the fuel pump.

Rachel, Steve, Connie, Maranda, Nita, Junior, and Madison



Edwadene McAllister, Grampaw Carter, Ev Chastain


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