Tuesday, August 31, 2010
I have ONLY one thing to say tonight----
An Open Statement to all plane riders.
WHEN you deboard the plane, it is common courtesy to deplane from front to back. If you find you are short on time to catch a connection, then tell those that you are bounding in front of your problem with a courteous-I'm sorry---Please excuse me! DON'T JUST GO PUSHING YOUR WAY TO THE FRONT! If you just like to get off the plane, ASAP, THEN get a seat up front! It seems there is a LACK of common courtesy and manners among some that travel.
When we landed at Monroe, Camille commented that it was so wonderful to have a kind Southern gentlemen offer assistance as she struggled with a baby and carseat cart. Yes---good manners are alive and well still in the South. I am thankful for Southern Mothers that insisted their sons be gentlemen!
Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
I frightened off the same fox earlier in the summer when cleaning the deck. I now think it probably lives somewhere around our house.
SO-HOW MANY OF YOU HAVE A FOX IN YOUR YARD!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
"If you should notice thoughts of murdering someone, have feeling of thrashing your husband or wife, notice a handgun being held in your hand, see signs of a growing arsenal in your home, feel hate shooting from your eye, or become overly agitated------THEN discontinue use of the drug and contact your doctor."
REALLY? Well immediately after knocking off a few thorns in my side, I will contact my doctor and THEN plead "I was taking X, I couldn't help it." You do remember the song in Chicago "He Had It Coming"?
NOW WHY WOULD THEY PUT A DRUG ON THE MARKET THAT MIGHT CAUSE YOU TO MURDER SOMEONE?
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
I come home from running my early AM run----AND as I was telling you yesterday I have been trying to pick up all the sticks that fell in the latest blow--SO I immediately start trying to finish that job up-------LOTS TO DO BEFORE FRIDAY!
The roommate stops on his way to work at 6:50 and says----"JUST WHAT DRIVES YOU?" I look at him----and he says" you are out here picking up minutia"
Well yes--I am a hard worker and you are so welcome that I turn those efforts to keeping your home beautiful-peaceful & serene. OBVIOUSLY I am not driven because of kind words and compliments!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
One of the things I did today was take my SIL to Shreveport to the Cancer Center. She had lab work and an infusion while there. We were there 3 hours and she didn't even have chemo. The Center was FULL of people having treatments. There are a LOT of sick people out there. TRULY UNBELIEVABLE UNTIL YOU SEE IT WITH YOUR OWN EYES!
Sunday, August 22, 2010
1 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of Jehovah, He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in whom I trust.
3 For he will deliver thee from the snare of the fowler,
And from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover thee with his pinions,
And under his wings shalt thou take refuge:
His truth is a shield and a buckler.
5 Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night,
Nor for the arrow that flieth by day;
6 For the pestilence that walketh in darkness,
Nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
7 A thousand shall fall at thy side,
And ten thousand at thy right hand;
But it shall not come nigh thee.
8 Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold,
And see the reward of the wicked.
9 For thou, O Jehovah, art my refuge!
Thou hast made the Most High thy habitation;
10 There shall no evil befall thee,
Neither shall any plague come nigh thy tent.
11 For he will give his angels charge over thee,
To keep thee in all thy ways.
12 They shall bear thee up in their hands,
Lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.
13 Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder:
The young lion and the serpent shalt thou trample under foot.
14 Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him:
I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.
15 He shall call upon me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble: I will deliver him, and honor him.
16 With long life will I satisfy him,
And show him my salvation.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Mr. Dillo has managed to push past the plywood and is in the garden. He should have gone to work for BP for he is BUSY drilling a hole on his way to the latest oil & gas find while throwing dirt, plants, and straw behind him. NOT HAPPY---NO NOT HAPPY AT ALL!!!!!
I come back inside and cannot find the bullets for the rifle. I wake BC and UP he springs ready for the hunt!!! HE GOT HIM!!!! Mr. Dillo flew STRAIGHT UP-2 feet off the ground and managed to run off. I am pretty sure he didn't get far. DEAD EYE BOB GOT HIM!
SO FOR NOW--the trap stays and the gun is by the door again. THOSE PESKY VARMINTS!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Our church is preparing lunch for the staff of 65 today. Grilled burgers-YUMMY! We are hoping this will make these really important people know how much we appreciate their service to the children of our community.
The theme for the year as I wrote before is something like "Enpowering"--not exactly a theme a child can grasp---but my adaptation "Power Up"--they will get that!
The school colors are blue & white--so that is what we played off of to decorate-
Friend, Philip, is my perfect accomplice when it comes to "Cute". I came up with the light bulb on dowels and then asked him is there a way to use wire in the centerpieces. He immediately said, "Sure" and came up with the Wire Flowers, wire curly cues, and plugs on a dowel. GENIUS! We had a GREAT time putting these together for the tables. BC says "A little cute goes a LONG way" I say---YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MUCH CUTE!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Then when thinking about the new school year we (the royal we) decided it would be a great idea for the teachers to have signs for their doors with their names on them. The "theme" for this school year is "Enpowering" (OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT)---so I had this idea for "Power Up"--more on an elementary level than empowering. Power=Lightbulbs=Brainstorm
SO we cut out lightbulbs to put the teachers names in. THANKS to my Small Group for helping complete this task. The teachers seemed to LOVE it!
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
G & hubby J own a lake house on D'Arbonne. Truly their second home, it is beautiful and has all the surrounding amenities of a home--including beautiful landscaping. Mr. Dillo seems to live at the lake also and had been doing MAJOR damage to their place.
G complained and J jumps into action taking a live trap to the lake. They go up one evening and J sets out the trap. The next morning he comes in and tell G, "Well you caught your dillo now what do you want me to do with it?" She quickly replies, "SHOOT IT!" (side note--obviously all us Southern women think alike when it comes to dillos). He replies--I can't shoot an animal in a trap (Didn't bother me one bit-kept him stiller). So he puts the trap with Mr. Dillo inside in the boat and they head out to the middle of the lake to throw him in--THINKING he would drown surely since ARMOR weighs a ton and he will sink. They finally get him bumped out of the cage-which he was clinging fiercely to. He sinks--and in a few minutes he comes up---turns out according to the WWW dillos are actually good swimmers. They can dog paddle or dillo paddle in this case and swim under water coming up for air every 5-6 minutes. J is INCREDULOUS and decides to run over him with the boat. He proceeds to run over him 3 different times and each time the dillo would go under and manage to come back up in a few minutes--still swimming for shore. J drives the boat to shore ----goes and gets his gun-----and heads back TO DO WHAT US WOMEN KNOW TO DO IN THE FIRST PLACE----SHOOT HIM! He shoots the dillo and sure enough he goes down for the count. One less dillo to tear up the yard! End of the story--not quite---
J's brother also has a camp on the lake---BUT he lives in his camp year round. A couple of days later J gets a text from his brother "Remember that armadillo that could swim? Not only do they swim but they float" The dead dillo had floated up on brother's yard and he had to dispose of his brother's dillo!
Moral of the story---SHOOT HIM!
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
MY DEEPEST ADMIRATION to all you Mom's with little one's close together. Spoke with friend, Tracy tonight who has just had a baby and has one that is 13 months old. She told me it was crazy just getting ready for bath time--much less actually giving baths! After 2 hours in the nursery this AM, I was reminded why you have them when you are young!
One of the interesting things that I noted the FIRST week of nursery duty, last week-----the little girls are very LOW MAINTENANCE. Put them in a seat or one of those round baby holder things--they are perfectly happy. NOW THE BOYS ARE A DIFFERENT STORY---HOLD ME!!! HIGH MAINTENANCE----PERHAPS IT IS GENETIC!
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
My name if Popo
I live in the woods
I eat at night
I love my home
I love my mommy
I love my woods
I love to roam at night
One night I got too far from home
And I got caught in a Dillo trap
By the wicked Dillo Witch.
All night long I dreaded the light
Never to see my Mommy again
When morning came I heard
The Wicked Dillo Witch say,
“Well it’s not a Dillo.
The wicked Dillo Witch became
A Fairy God Mother and she set me free.
So from Popo the Possum
To all of the wonderful word
I am grateful to the Wicked Dillo Witch
And I am so “Glad I am not a Dillo”
This reminds me of a possum story from my days as a young girl. Back in the OLD DAYS, we burned our garbage in 50 gallon drums everyday and the "Garbage Men" came once a week and emptied the ashes and hauled them off. We kept the lid on the can at an angle-so the fire would burn and the rain wouldn't put it out. One of my jobs everyday was to take out the garbage and set it on fire. MANY MANY a time, I walked the long walk to the drum, lifted the lid to find Mr. Possum SNARLING up at me. I would scream and throw the garbage can strewing garbage all over and high tail it to the house. Momma--ever the soul of sympathy would tell me to march back out there and clean up that mess!
Well at least it isn't a skunk!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
My favorite daughter accused me of sounding like a "Ouiser" when telling my dillo tales. I RESENT THAT! ALL OF US SOUTHERN WOMEN ARE THE SOUL OF GENTILITY BECAUSE WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE!
Oh fiddle dee dee---what is a girl to do??? Night after night after night there are balls to attend with dashing gentlemen hanging on my every word, you know like Ashley Wilkes (SIGH!). But can I go-NO! I am stuck at Tara trying to protect the family's beautiful plantation from those Nasty NORTHERN Dillos! (OK maybe that is not totally correct-but it's my story)
Night after night---I must set the traps and then listen for those terrible devilish creatures to appear. The next morning it is my plight in life to have the duty of putting those demons out of their misery and dispose of the remains. HEAVEN HELP US ALL if the Yankees were to discover I had accidentally shot one of them while he was stuck in my trap.
WELL--I have just about had enough------A GIRL NEEDS HER SOCIAL SEASON AFTER ALL! What can I do to escape this duty and yet protect our precious Tara from these Northern Invaders?
I 'LL THINK ABOUT THAT TOMORROW!
ps-In an effort to be green, I recycled this old story---translation---ANOTHER ONE BIT THE DUST LAST NIGHT!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
You are well known for your determined efforts to protect and insure ethical treatment of animals of all species. This letter serves as your notice that I intend to blow one of your precious creatures off the face of this Earth. Hopefully the end of said animal, Mr. Dillo, will be quick and painless---but HE needs to be still to insure a good shot if this is to happen. I can not be held responsible if he tries to run off or moves in any fashion.
If you find this notice objectional, and knowing your penchant of rescuing endangered and unfairly treated animals, I invite you to COME GET HIM! Be warned that if you do not rescue said Dillo-you will have his demise upon your conscious and hands. From my personal standpoint, I will not blink an eye when squeezing that trigger.
With Good Intentions, I Remain
Ms Dillo Killer
Green Point of the Day---the plywood used to make the chute to the trap is recycled from home repairs we had several years ago. Some might call it:
"Dead Dillo Walking" chute
PS 2-check out new recipe by clicking on above "Recipes"
Monday, August 2, 2010
I go out the front door and see all my barriers wiggling around as he tries to get into the garden. There is no clear shot. I am patient and watch him as he finally emerges and heads down the side bed by my bedroom. I have the rifle-I have the light & I AM READY. WAIT---there is the gas meter right by the bed and he is foraging right by it. I DO HAVE THE GOOD SENSE TO NOT SHOOT TOWARD THE GAS METER AND LINE! I have the light on him and I am following him down the bed. He finally gets in the clear------I am 10-15 feet from him----an easy shot---I raise the rifle to my shoulder and take careful aim--I start to squeeze the trigger AND it won't budge---OH YEAH THE SAFETY---I click off the safety and squeeze the trigger---it goes CLICK----the bullet had JAMMED---******!!!!!*******---------BC comes running out about this time and said "SHOOT HIM---SHOOT HIM------I explain the problem---He SNATCHES the light out of my hand and takes off running after the dillo---he started running as soon as he heard the CLICK---Now I watch BC running down toward the creek--flashlight in hand--38 in the other---and I hear BANG BANG BANG
I go and turn on the lights in the back and yell- DID YOU GET HIM---he replies I don't know.......DUH-----UNLESS THERE ARE 4 FEET IN THE AIR---YOU DIDN'T GET HIM!
We finally get back in the bed around 4. My heart is pumping and my mind is racing about how to solve this problem. I drift off to sleep at 4:45 and the alarm goes off at 5:00. Now in fairness----the Griswolds would have shot the gas line and burned the house down. I did not do that! BUT I AM SO GOING TO GET HIM. New plan---I am off the Wally World to purchase supplies!
BY THE WAY---in honor of "Going Green Month" and posting about my efforts to be green---I will explain what I plan to do with Mr. Dillo when he meets his end. I will recycle him by feeding the buzzards---they are an important part of our environment!
Sunday, August 1, 2010
What are your ideas for "Being Green"? I am interested in hearing ways that I have not thought of . Help me, if you can, to save, conserve, and prolong those resources for our grands and great-grands to come. Give me your ideas.