I woke up in a bad mood this morning… I smelled sausage cooking….. Now I looked beside me and my husband was still there and we live alone… And we had NO COMPANY! Before I could really form the thoughts of food cooking and no one to cook it I heard a knock on our bed room door… My husband’s son in law had let his self in and had cooked his self a big fine breakfast and was waking my husband up to enjoy the bountiful feast… He knows I’m on a diet…. Remember the pasty fat white woman in the mirror? My husband got strait up and started eating and I laid there in my bed…. When I got up I noticed dishes everywhere! Grease on my stove! I swallowed hard and said as nice as I could…. “I would be glad to wash those dishes for you fella’s if you would be so kind as to put them all rinsed off in the sink.” And with that I turned around and went back in my room for about 30 minuets…. When I returned to the kitchen only 2 lonely plates sat in the sink and everything was still just like it had been when I first saw it… The dish washer was open and my dog was licking on the dirty forks that I had put in the night before… I’m assuming that they had started to clean up then changed their minds…. They both sat on the sofa watching a Bass fishing program… I heard no catchy jingle like on Orlando Wilson….. “I loaded up my boat onto the back of my truck…. I called a buddy and said let’s go try our luck….. He said sorry buddy I can’t go….. I’m watching the Orlando Wilson fishing show……………..”… No I was too mad to hear anything…I yelled at my dog…. “You dirty little bastard stop licking my forks!”…. I slammed dishes in the sink so hard I’m surprised I didn’t break them…Then I screamed at the top of my lungs that I was tiered of being a slave!… That I hated it here and I wanted to go home…. Then my husband looked up and said for me to give him my credit card and MY check book and get gone…. I screamed back at him… “Sure! I don’t need your fucking money! I can find another man that will WANT to take care of me! You think you’re the only man with a little money you sorry some bitch!”…… And then he said I better stop…. I screamed stop for what? He said before I make you eat those words… And that’s when I decided to say what I have been feeling for a long time….Right in front of his son in law…. “You go ahead and try…. And when I wake up I will tell the sheriff on you and they will prosecute you to the full extent of the law! You see I don’t love you enough anymore “NOT” to tell on you for doing something like that to me you dumb fuck!”… Now too some, I know those word are harsh…. But sometimes harsh words are needed to get the point across! And believe me he got the point…. I don’t do a whole lot of cursing and scream…. But when speaking to a red neck you must speak red neck! Or they don’t understand! They don’t catch clever little quips and metaphors have no meaning to them at all…. NO you must go strait to the point with them! They understand … “you sorry some bitch!”… And “you dumb fuck!”… Yes… I woke up mad… I feel a bad moon rising …. And I am trying to over come it…. I think I’ll go spend some time with my chickens today… I love to take bread out to them… it’s like feeding the ducks at the park…. Very therapeutic if you ask me………

                                               Bad Moon Rising

I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin’.
I see bad times today.

Chorus:
Don’t go around tonight,
Well, it’s bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise.

I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

Chorus
All right!

Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we’re in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.

I think this song reflects the day quite nicely.........

Yes my friends….. The times they are a changing….I told my brother a story last year and I didn’t think he was paying attention… Not only was he listening but he asked me to repeat it to my other brother…. The story was about a science program I saw on TV…. Now, to me Science is a fact…Not only can you see it but it can be touched… who in there right mind could or would say other wise? The story starts on DNA… and how through tracing it back, through thousands and thousands of years they found the “REAL” Eve. The very first woman…. Now Eve was not like the pictures in the blue children’s book at the doctor’s office… She wasn’t white and she didn’t wear leaves to cover her bosoms… No, the real Eve was born in Africa. Now I know some of you want to stop reading right now…. And that’s all well and good but science does not lie…. Through Mitochondrial DNA scientists have found that all of us… ALL OF US…. Share a link in our DNA… but “ALL” of us, does not include Africa… It seems that Eve and her huge amount of children walked OUT of Africa and populated the rest of the world! Leaving the rest of Africa to bake in the sun. Sure it took thousands of years to change from Negroid to Mongoloid to Caucasoid and a lot of people had to journey across a lot of land to spread out like we did… But we made it…. And scientist say we are still changing…. Evolution is happening as we live and breed….The program I had been watching showed a woman who they believed the real Eve might have looked like…. There standing in a desert was a tall beautiful Nubian queen… Her hair cut extremely short and nothing covering her breasts…. Gold rings adorned her neck from chin to collar bone…. Beautiful red fabric tied around her waist blowing softly in the breeze…. She WAS stunning… I repeated this to my oldest brother as he sat there smoking a cigarette…When I was done he looked me right in the eye and said….. What?…. After trying to explain about UV rays again and a few other things and how there wasn’t much difference in all of us and that you can see the gradual changes in the races, I finally gave it up… Some things are meant for others NOT TO KNOW…I then told him to watch more of the discovery channel and he said NO THANK YOU! He was confused enough now…. I, on the other hand, was confused “before” I saw the program… and everything became clear to me after…

Today was a nice day… a bit humid but nice… I found the perfect spot for my garden… All day sun and the ground doesn’t look so hard and packed… I’m looking forward to growing some things this year… and my little chickens are so cute!….It’s amazing to me how a little chicken doesn’t need it’s mother…. When I use to hatch them in Texas I would point my finger and tap it in the food as soon as they were born and they would eat right then… I splashed my finger in the water and they would drink….My grand mother told me that sometimes a chicken will get so cold that it’ll look dead… then when the sun warms it up it gets up and starts walking around…. I never seen that myself but my grand mother always had chickens so she’d know…I guess….Well it’s late and I am so sleepy… so I will see all of you tomorrow  (wink)… good night.

It’s hard for me to decide what’s interesting about the life and times of Sherrena and what’s not…. I will say I have a very important guest reader today and I wanted today’s post to be special…. Everyone say hello to Joe…Joe’s over in Iraq and he’s a bit scared of me mentioning his name….(like there’s only ONE Joe in the Army)…..

I found out a little something that’s interesting…. It’s about sexual fantasy’s… Now most of us have them… some of us have more perverted ones than other’s and are ashamed to tell what they are.. And then some of us enjoy the sharing… I found out that once you LIVE your fantasy, it’s over! “Fantasy is defined as unconfined imagination or an illusory mental image. It is an escape from the real, from the tediousness of our normal existences.”… I have had personal experience in this my self and I can’t tell you how messed up the crash and burn of a fantasy is… Maybe you too have had it happen… For those of you who have never dared to dream let me tell you my take on it…. Well it starts out with the fantasy it self…. At first it comes in bits and pieces that start to form a picture that you embed in your mind…As days, months and sometimes year’s pass this picture turns into a full blown MIND MOVIE!…. A movie of your own making that gets the juices flowing by just closing your eyes…. Now this is a powerful thing in itself… I believe that now your movie goes hand in hand with Masturbation. Now just suppose that one day you see things falling into place just like your mind movie… your body takes over and is prepared for the coming event because it has PRACTICED, over and over and over!… And then the deed is done! And without knowing it, as you light that cigarette, you have just killed your fantasy… your mind doesn’t see it yet because it’s still reeling from the event…. You realize it the next time you try to use your fantasy while you’re alone! Your mind begins to play the movie and there is no sizzle and pop… and then as if almost a must, you begin to look for bits and pieces to form a NEW picture…To live out our fantasy’s is just not feasible… They were meant to stay IN your mind…not live freely among the real…..and I had to learn this the hard way after I killed one of my fantasies! Yes they die just like people do…and I don’t know about grieving for them but I sure no your frustrated after there gone.

Today the high here is going to be 84. I have seeds that need to go in the ground but I have no idea when the last frost here is! I think it’s near the end of this month…Again I have planed a huge garden for only 2 people… I think I do this because I can’t stand the look of a puny garden! Puny meaning SMALL. I will say I have a better plot planning than my dad does… He will plant onions in his window planters! I told him flowers go there and he told me not to be an idiot…Ah… the love of a father. He was always good about making you feel like a dumb ass… He and I had been out in the front yard one day I guess I was about 15. My Dad was working on his electric edger and I was watching and drinking a glass of Tea…. A boy I knew from school pulled up and we were talking… During school I had a strange relationship with the boy’s. Strange meaning, they all liked me to hang out with and be great friends with BUT as far as anything else went I wasn’t THAT type to them…I was invited to Rodeo’s and base ball games and parties by these boys but not as boy friend and girl friend…we stood there and some times I got punched in the arm or the back to look at some girl that was walking by!… and then they would remember that I TOO was a GIRL and apologize to me! Yes it was strange… I think it might have had something to do with growing up with 4 brothers ….. Anyway back to the day in the driveway…. As we stood there talking and I gazed at the boy I secretly loved who thought of me only as a friend, I finished drinking my tea…. I was holding the glass in my hand when he asked me if I wanted to ride up to the base ball field…My dad had been getting on us about taking the glasses off so I decided, really with out thinking, to just pitch it in the grass and then come back for it when I got back… I was looking at the glass when it left my hand… not what it was going to hit…and when I heard the crash and the shattering of glass is when I looked down to see the little concrete frog that it landed on… I heard my Dad yell …. “ What in the Sam Hell did ya do that for?!”….. I stuttered for a moment and then in the middle of my answer, after I said the word “thought”, is when he cut me off…(I thought it was going to hit the grass)…… “ Well think in one hand and shit in the other and see which one gets filled up first!” My dad yelled to me……. Now you just don’t talk about bodily functions when you’re a teenage girl and REALLY not in front of the boy you love!… Needless to say I was mortified. I cleaned the glass up and we went on to the park and I couldn’t look at him to much the rest of the day… I kept thinking about him thinking about me taking a shit!…thanks to my dad…. So Yes he was good at making you feel like a dumb ass.