Knife Attack

Sunday afternoon I decided to go spray some wasps that I had seen hovering around. Little buggers. So I collected the spray, and a long flat serrated knife that happened to have a double pronged pointed tip. The wasps have collected under the mailbox. I had sprayed them before, but they had returned to the nests which were in a 1/8 inch flat opening under the box. This time I planned on scraping the nests out. THE END OF THOSE MAILBOX WASPS!! First I headed to the end of the shop where they were congregating under the eaves and metal. Shoot those buggers, hither and thither, falling like little bombs. Oooops, one coming my way--hand shoot up to shoo him (or her) away from my face. STAB, knife into my scalp; pain and blood. My thought was, good thing it wasn't my eye. My headache had me laughing the rest of the night and next morning. Not smart :)

Friends

“True Friendship”

· When you are said, I will plot ways to get revenge against the sorry bastard who made you that way.

· When you are blue, I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

· When you smile, I will know you finally got laid

· When you are scared, I will rag on you about it every chance I get

· When you are worried, I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining.

· When you are confused, I will use little words.

· When you are sick, stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don’t want to catch whatever you have.

· When you fall, I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

· This is my oath. . . I pledge it to the end. “Why?” you may ask? “Because you are my friend.”

Andrea says I have to write. . .of course, since I am a compliant person, I am acquiesent. Yesterday I put a $50 (for gas) on the truck of the car, with my Blackberry on top, while I closed the garage up. You guessed it. I drove off without grabbing either. Eight miles later I went to make a phone call, and...no phone. I stopped the car, of course, no phone--and the $50 was also missing in action--or did it get the action?

Anyway, I drove home, looked high and low, with Mame's and Choco's assistance and found--nothing. Drove back to town, very slowly, looking side to side--nothing. Came back and put a phone sized rock on a piece of paper and drove the route again to see where it would fly off. It didn't.

So, I am out $50, and the Company has ordered me a red Blackberry something with a qwerty keypad. I think it will have a camera, also. I guess someone else needed the money worse than me. My fear is that a cow will eat it. Oh well. Love to all, Mom

Mom is now a blogger.

Hey - mom is now a blogger, or will be soon. For now this is Andrea getting things started. Lonnie Bradley came to visit. I think she still looks the same.

Mom, Mamie, and Choco. Choco is staying out of Mamie's reach. Mamie likes to play with Choco, and Choco doesn't like to play with Mamie.

The club house is sad and empty, it needs grandchildren to come and visit.