Well now…. I don’t know what made me think that this was going to be a real party….. I was told last month that it wasn’t MY birthday so I wouldn’t be needed to help plan it… So I spent all this time getting my home ready for, what I was told, a party that was going to be off the hook….I double waxed my wood floors so that they would shine…. I cleaned the pool and had the water sparkling for swimmer’s…. I cut down branches and mowed grass while the husband fished and had a good drunk time with his buddies that seemed to be covered in mud most of the time…. Then the day of the party came…. I noticed my hair wasn’t looking its best and that bothered me because I had invited my friend Sylvia to this “party”. I went to Walmart and they didn’t have my color! Now a reasonable woman would have just went too another store but I chose to go down the isle a little more and go with a color that I “thought” matched… I stood there with the bottom of my hair held in my hand like a paint brush…. Holding it against the box…. Puzzled look… Long story short? I turned my hair brown…. I didn’t bother to read the directions and I applied the color like I did my old stuff… You’d think I would have noticed how brown it was as I was putting it on…. But I didn’t… Then after the shower and me doing my BROWN hair I opened my closet and put my skirt on, that seemed to shrink from the time it left the store, hung in my closet for 2 weeks and then made it onto my body… I struggled and squirmed and then the zipper was up…. After I was dressed and looked at my self in the mirror I was truly disappointed… Nothing I did would hide the things I wanted hid! Even my bra was too tight and I looked like I had 4 tits…. After calling my niece in to help me unzip the skirt I changed 3 times before I was ready…. Then the husband came and told me that his brother didn’t bring the nasty craw dad’s they had all planned on eating and he had no food for his party… At first I thought of saying… “ I thought this wasn’t my birthday” but I didn’t…. why?…. Because my friend Sylvia was coming and there was no way I was going to go out like that!…. Now after I saved the husband by getting all his food and drink for him the people started arriving… Not many… but a few…. And then Sylvia came… She was the life of the party…. She danced while the band played and she hugged and kissed everyone… Then the unthinkable happened… A guest that came with the husbands twin brother fell down the stairs going up into my house…. Yes he was drunk… but this was really something that you couldn’t laugh about… a month before, his foot and ankle had been removed from smoking ( don’t ask… it’s a long story ) and he had been walking on crutches… A few of the guy’s got him up and into my pool room wear they “thought” there was a bed…. THAT BED IS MY DOG PEARLS BED!… She threw up on it that morning from the worm medicine I gave her the night before!…. I scrubbed it but still!…. Pearl hasn’t had a bath in over …… let’s just say she doesn’t like a bath and we don’t do things that Pearl doesn’t like to do…. As he sat on the end of my dogs bed and his bloody stump bled all over my polished floor I tried to explain to him that where he was sitting was a filthy place and he needed to move up into the big part of my house… I told him I would get those same guy’s to tote him into my den where it was much cleaner and he could look after his self… He asked me please too not embarrass him any more than he already was… And then as he unwrapped that bloody stump I decided I didn’t want to stick around and reason with him any longer… I went back out side with Sylvia and watched as she danced with her husband and had a wonderful time… The hours passed like minuets and I lost all track of time…. I had forgot about the man in the pool room on my dog’s bed until I took Sylvia in there to show her some old photographs I was going to frame… There he lay… no pillow under his head… bloody stump hanging off the bed… a pool of red with bandages soaking up the puddle on the floor under it… no blanket…. The smile left my friends face as she stood there looking at him… looking at that bloody stump with the jaggaed stiches on the end of it... He sat up and I said I was sorry for bothering him… I felt sick to my stomach but I went and got him a blanket and a pillow and a glass of water… When I came back Sylvia was over by him asking if she could do anything for him… He said weakly… “ Could you stand over in the light a bit more so I can see a little curvage?”…. Can you believe that!…. We just giggled and gave him a cigarette and ash tray and went back to the party…. The rest of the night was the same and then my friend left and I went to bed… I was woke up about 6 hours later by the neighbor telling me our horses were out and behind his house….The neighbor that lives a mile up the road…. I decided to just stay up and clean up the mess from the party after the horses were put away, when Eddie Earl and big Easy decided they wanted to fight over the food I just scrapped out for them…. This fight turned out to be a really bad one… Eddie Earl had to sit in my lap for 20 minuets until I got his nose too stop bleeding and his canine tooth on the bottom is broke and hanging… And because there is no Vet open on mother’s day in this one horse town my dog is having to suffer with ME being his doctor!… I forgot to fit in the part about how the husband acted like an ass so bad to his friends that they got up and left this morning with out telling him goodbye… Yes, this is a sad thing but he shouldn’t act like the ALPHA male all the time!… He had the nerve to tell his friend, who is the base player of his little band, to stop singing because he was throwing him off while they were playing…. No wonder they left!………

Now a good friend of mine has asked me about my cemetery duty that I had been doing…. All around it has been bush hogged and 5 tree’s are cut… ( bush hogging was done by the husband ).. I haven’t found where any graves start or stop… But I have to say it is coming along quite nicely and I plan on posting pictures of it when it’s finished…. Maybe I’ll put a little marker there myself telling why this little piece of land is special… who knows… just a little thought off the top of my head…….