Hello Everyone… I’m back! Grand son is beautiful! Grand daughter has a cold… All eggs are dead…. But the two little chicks I hatched before I left are still living and pecking! The eggs stink horribly and I can’t believe the husband didn’t smell that! I’m going to ask him about it when he returns… I swear my daughter has lost her way… and she doesn’t want to hear anything I have to say. When I got to the side of Ft. Worth she lived on I called her from my cell phone and

She came to the store and I followed her back to her house…. I didn’t want to get out of my truck! It was like stepping into a bad movie… you know the kind… Unsuspecting tourist takes wrong exit and ends up dead on the wrong side of town. She had no electricity or water and her door way was open and 4 little girls were sitting on the floor in front of it… every other word out of there mouth was “ fuck”…”fuck that”… “Fuck that nigga”…. As I passed them to go inside her house she tried to hurry me along and wouldn’t introduce me to them…They couldn’t have been over 18 or 19. My grand daughter stood beside them with fire ant bites on her face and legs… crying. Her mom had none of her stuff ready even though I told her a day and a night ahead of time I was coming. She stood there looking at me with a dazed look on her face… not the kind of daze you might see from smoking herb either… A full blown rock star, glazed over, look…. I wanted to slap her face… I mean slap it hard too… We left and my grand daughter had 2 dresses and a little laundry basket of winter cloths that were too small. Her feet almost to big for her shoes…My daughter was so messed up that she couldn’t figure out how to put the car seat in my truck.( and she didn’t know her child was sick either) She called one of the boys lurking around waiting for me to leave to come help her… I said to her… “So this is your house”… (Not a question)… Her reply was fuck no! I said… “Oh yeah? Then how come all your stuff is hanging on the walls and your clothes are in that closet over there?” She had no answer. After we left I drove strait over to be Carter lives… OH MY GOODNESS he is so cute! His mother had him in a tiny basket with all sorts of listening devises around him…in case he made a sound and she couldn’t hear it…. I couldn’t help but think that I wish my daughter had turned out to be the kind of mother that this one has turned out to be… Oh Well…. I will have to say I picked a pretty good time to go to Texas… My dad’s birthday falls on father’s day this year and I sort of knocked 2 birds out with one stone. I got him scary movies! I spent those 2 nights with him so we had a chance to watch a few… Instead of investing in a small surround sound system he opted to have all his huge speakers he had laying around the house hooked up instead…As I sat on the couch watching the movie and listening to the glass on the coffee table rattling I thought… “Hey? This aint bad… the old man might be on to something here” It felt like I was at the picture show….. And sort of cool really. Now to the weather of Texas… When I got out of the truck to gas up it felt like I had been hit in the face with oven heat!… The kind of heat that boils out at you when you’re taking your turkey out of the oven… I couldn’t breathe for a spit second… It was awful! And my temperature gage said it was only 94! It got worse! By the time I got to Ft. Worth it was on 97 and the heat index felt like it was 110 in the damn shade… My brother kept asking me…” When you moving back?”… I felt like screaming… NEVER! It was nice visiting my family for a few days… And really nice going with out the husband…And I didn’t miss him at all… He asked if I did and of course I said yes… But I didn’t. I drove my brother around to a few pawn shops like we use to do when I lived around there… we learned that from my dad… He’s the pawn shop king… Not a seller but a buyer… He enjoys the haggling and then finally getting down to the real price he’s going to pay for it… Now of course the pawn shop will try to rook you… my dad says that they should save that crap for the guy that’s having too pawn his stuff…. My dad’s garage looks like a country store… On weekends he loads his things up and goes to trades day were he haggles with the best of them… His specialty is spurs and horse tack but he has knives, fishing poles and all sorts of things he has acquired from the pawn shops…Good stuff too… I spent 50 bucks in his garage before I left to come home… and it wasn’t for the hell of it either… I really wanted that stuff. Everything has a price to my dad… He even has a sign saying such… “Everything is for sale… Even this damn sign”. He and my brother took off work Tuesday to visit with me… Really I tricked my brother into thinking that Tuesday was my dad’s birthday instead of on Fathers day. I didn’t feel bad one bit… My dad will be 72 and he’s still a part time window cleaner and part time weekend trades day worrier… And master bingo player… I sure love him.