Monday, May 26, 2003
Literally Biting The Dust
On Saturday morning our good friend had a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital. He is ok. The hubby and I went to see him on Sunday and my better half ended up in emergency because he stepped off a curb and fell tearing the cartilage in the rib area slightly. Needless to say it is going to hurt worse before it get better so it is a quiet holiday for us. Do be careful and enjoy your time off.
Memorial Day
I first was going to write about how screwed up the Family Indepence Agency is after reading about 2 different cases in the paper. But I couldn’t break it down. Then I thought who do we think about on Memorial Day. At my age I’ve lost too many to start listing them. So I’ll just wish you a nice holiday .
Thursday, May 22, 2003
Forked Tongue
Cindyism mention tatoo, piercing and etc. a few days back and lo and behold The Flint Journal just a couple of days ago ran a 1/3 page picture of a 19 year old male who had his tongue split. The young man was from Scottsville , KY. The same town that one of the suspects in the coed murder at the University of Kentucky came from. Kinda glad all my kids are married . Sure wouldn’t want to analyze the motives of a future in-law from that town. As for tatoos I have one, a rose on my left shoulder. A birthday present from my eldest son. I like to think that I weill always have a rose no matter how old, ugly, and grumpy I get!!
Monday, May 19, 2003
Got To Get A Life!
What to talk about that’s interesting and funny.
I’m at 15352 games on Free Cell and ain’t got no money.
I’m 68 and my negatives I still double.
A good education ain’t nothing but trouble.
Speaking of educations did I tell you about the two teachers in my family that don’t teach! Neither wear short skirts and heels so it doesn’t qualify them to teach children or teens how to do math , read , or study sentence structures. My God when I was a kid (yes, wading through dinosaur shit) my teachers were gray, fat, had a hair growing out of a wart on their nose, bald headed, and pigeon chested but they had one thing in common, they could and wanted to teach. That was all that mattered. When did fucking looks become top prioty?
Saturday, May 17, 2003
The First I Don’t do
I don’t do bras. I haven’t done them in ages. As with all statements there is an exception to the rule. I wear them in summer when my tees are thin and I’m in public. Now remember I said the tees were thin but the Momma isn’t. In fact my tits look like a set of parenthesis encompassing my navel. They said this would happen and guess what they were right.
In The Country
The Sweet Thing called today to say her dearly beloved was coming to
‘grandma’s house” to put the mower on the tractor. Now not saying that this is a big deal but the grass up here is so high it is tickling my ass. My “ paint the trim” on the new doors project is pretty well under control. I managed to haul my butt up a step ladder two steps without falling off this time. Life sure is fun when your knees take a vacation every time to ascend even two inches off the ground. This ain’t a brag so don’t take it that way, but the better half (joking of course) and I quit smoking over a year ago. Not for health reasons but because it cost an arm and my first-born to buy the smokes for both of us. Instead we bought new doors for the homestead. Five doors (exterior) and four storm doors, a good two years of smoke-free living in the upside down suop bowl. I’ll explain later.
Friday, May 16, 2003
Oh Wow
I’m so tickled, I’m almost pink.
All the visitors make me think.
I may have something of interest to say.
And the thought just fluttered away. Damn!!
Seriously Wednesday if you were in my yard
You’d have seen me working hard.
With a hubby, a tractor, a pile of rope, and a tree,
We tied, we tugged in all directions to break a limb free.
The rope broke three times, whizzing around.
The limb let go, it crashed to the ground.
Quite a kick for an old broad of 68.
What to do next I can’t hardly wait!!!
Thursday, May 15, 2003
Who Am I
Just a bit of fluff about Momma’s Corner. On Les’ Place I had a room of my own. That was back about 15 years ago. I wrote in prose about anything you wanted to talk about. Now I’m in the corner, no cat at my feet or rocking chair to sit in yet. (I haven’t gotten permission to fill the place up yet.) I’m not above calling a pile of shit exactly what it is. After my daughter went to college I learned how effective the F--- word is and I have a tendency to use it like salt on mashed potatoes. I love to talk, to share, and to gather ideas that will make both me and my correspondent think. Boring, I hope not. A lot will depend on you, the news media, and the people who call themselves leaders . With the help of the Evil one I’ll get a profile developed so all may see that “the golden years do suck” but you just keep plodding along and hope a smile develops once in a while.