They're Here.......

Picked the first tomatoes yesterday at the shop, I am getting ready to head for the farmers market where I set up on Saturdays. I'll get photos of the Bag Lady Garden soon, I'm even going to see if I can get the local paper to check it out! Gotta Run!.....

I know, I know, I missed days already!!!!!........

Well I've been busy, good news, our church is almost a 501(c)3 and we are going to build a fantastic animal shelter as the funds make themselves available, I'll keep you posted. Today I am reading the note I left myself as to the things I most wanted to post about today.(see... I THOUGHT about posting!!!) I've been watching those VISA commercials lately, you know the ones, where our cash isn't any good any more. Is it just me or is this a scary thought? What happens to us poor suckers that don't have plastic or don't want plastic, or have no credit or bad credit leaving us without plastic. Do you see a pattern here? Is Big Brother doing such a good job that the sleeping masses are allowing this outrage? People.....YOUR MONEY HAS BECOME TERMINALLY ILL! while you watch. The government has blown the idea of a legal tender system to smithereens!!! If you aren't hard-wired to their system, soon, and very soon, you will be the outsiders, the ones the government is hoping to starve or kill off, we are the FREE THINKERS of the world and that, my friends, make us government enemy number one. I can't speak for my parents but I really believe since they've had 70+ years to see this happen they are afraid for their grandkids who will inheirit this type of world. I guess it's the old hippie in me, the protest attitude of the 60's and 70's I grew up with that fuels my outrage. We are no longer the home of the free. We are definitely the home of the brave as the days that are ahead would scare a less hearty person to death. Why did they ever mess with the Constitution, why did we let them? I just want you to THINK about this seriously, Common Sense to the people, commercials on TV are cutesy, moronic, and beneath most peoples intellect, yet we laugh, chuckle and let this blatant propoganda slide into our homes and lives, Start Paying Attention, see these things for what they are.... the government is dumbing us down to their level and it's working. WAKE UP America, before they take it from us!!!

Do You Ever Have One of Those Days?

Well, I guess this serves me right, I am supposed to post every day, I skip 2 days and karma is kicking me in the butt again. Our Suburban that we bought just 2 months ago has been in the shop a week now and probably will be a few weeks more, you know the major surgery kind of work... the crankshaft is out of town having a face peel or something along those lines, the carbuerator( this is an 85 model) needs a rebuild or so and we'll probably get it back in time for Christmas!!!! LOL . I have a 1990 Bronco II, the B-2 for short, and I just had brakes put on a week or so ago and yesterday the right front caliper decides to stage a sit-in in the on position. My good friend Cindy, you know, the one with the Yoda dog, now has a deep channel etched in her gravel driveway where my front wheel refused to turn as I backed out and I carved a very NOT needed aquaduct in her down hill driveway. She still loves me! She just shakes her head in amazement at the things I get into. So I call my son (the Mechanic) who is home from work by now and ask him to come back to town and try to release the brake and at least give his mother a ride home if that failed. So I get the jack out while I wait, I'm in a mini-sun dress but I don't want my kid to think I'm a lazy girly girl so I take off the tire. Now I must have driven a ways on it stuck, because I branded myself with the lug nuts! As I took each one off, Cindy watching over my shoulder, doing all my worrying for me, she says, each time I say OW shit! " Don't do that!!" ... OW shit!..." Don't do that!"....OW, shit!.... there are 5 of these darlings on here. I believe all the people driving by are getting a good view, (remember the mini-dress?) but Cindy's the only one worrying, so I'm good!!!And I even wore panties today! It's 95 in the shade and heat index is out of sight, I am dripping sweat (yes this lady sweats, I don't perspire) so I go in to Cindy's and drink all the ice tea, hell I just grab the jug and back out the door I go. The jug is right here beside me as I write, guess I'll return it tomorrow. My son is on the ground by now wrestling with a lug wrench trying to convince the caliper to give it up. Have you ever played tug of war with a pit bull? kinda the same principle. As I could tell this was not a battle to be won today I said nicely, Let's wait, I'll get it tomorrow, (James was already hot, sweaty, and greasy from work so I didn't want to push him to violence against the B-2) and he gladly agreed. He locked everything up, we said our goodbyes and left for home. I called today for the part and of course I was told the computer says we have it, but we don't ,so we'll order it and you will have it first thing tomorrow. Now not a problem, Barry has the Harley, weather's great, he'll run me to get the part and to the propane store as today is the last day to pay for winter prepaid propane at summer prices. We have to go to town, 10 miles the opposite direction to get a check at the bank and then go 30 miles the other way to the propane store. About 1 mile from town on our way back from the bank, the bike dies. We coast to the shoulder, gas, check, power, check, wait 2 minutes we're back on the road, probably just some bad gas. 2 more miles we die again... ok now what, the old man is still cool, sit a minute and away we go again. Well luckily our good friends Orie and Margaret live close, and he is The Best Mechanic alive, we have proof! We "stop and go" the 4 more miles to their house, it's early because we wanted to beat the heat and Orie sleeps late. ...NOT TODAY!!!!! As the old man revs the bike, Margaret, The shop Boss and Orie's Old Lady, comes storming out to read us the riot act as she is expecting one of the idiots who disregard the fact Orie sleeps late, When she saw it was us she actually smiled and said I'll go get him up! (Oh yeah, we hadn't seen Orie in a while and yesterday he stopped to see us at the shop and asked the old man "How's the Bike running?"... was fine 'til you asked....Thanks).... Well after checking connectors, rebuilding our carb, changing the oil, Only because he takes good care of the old man, He finally finds the problem, His ignition is on it's last legs, this is a 94 model that Barry has had since it was new and since we haven't rode it in a while , it was giving us the cold shoulder and demanding new parts, ok ok we'll ride you more baby!!! Well if you do the math, the suburban in the shop the B-2 stranded and the Bike waiting for parts we are now walking!!!! Margaret, bless her heart, loans us her car, (since she just got a brand new one ), and we are now at home on the day before my day off and I have decided to hang out and get some much needed housework done, and yes, there will be a post every day I promise,... (at this moment) and hopefully my Karma will calm down and be nice.

Post Script to It Ain't the age........

Oh yeah, the icing on the cake to my knee deterioration had to be in 1997-1999 when, as a wife and business owner, I attended a professional wrestling school in Bentonville , Arkansas. As Jeff Foxworthy might say......You Might be A Redneck if Your Wife's Having A Midlife Crisis, and Decides to Become A Professional Wrestler!!!! I was 40 years old. It started when a promoter entered my tattoo shop and asked me to be a sponser for their wrestling school and all the shows they were doing. In the 70's in Georgia I was a fan of Georgia championship Wrestling with Gordon Solie, I loved Bob Armstrong, the Fabulous Freebirds, Dean Malenko, Dusty Rhodes, The Assassins 1 and 2, the Iron sheik, and Mr. Wrestling.A young new wrestler, Terry Taylor was one of my favorites and I had the pleasure of meeting and working with his Dad in Vero Beach, FL, his dad nicknamed me Seashell because of the seashell necklace I wore all the time....(Small World, huh?) So many more, it was the heyday for professional wrestling, before Vince McMahon went and ruined it for all of us, including the wrestlers. This promoter took me to the school which was just up the street from my shop at that time. I got to watch what most people never see, the training a wrestler goes through, mainly to avoid injuries, but this has caused the business to be labelled "fake". Trust me, there is nothing fake about it except maybe the soap opera story lines. Every kid I met and some not so young, paid for every match with their blood and guts. This is where the saga of my knees continues. As I watched the exercises and the practice I thought to myself, and maybe I may have mentioned it outloud, that "I can do that!!!". The Promoter said, come on up in the ring and try it. Now being the ham that I am, I bounded to the ring, climbed in and was introduced to Dexter Hardaway and Malice, stage names of course, and these 2 guys from Tulsa showed me how they teach what is known as a Back Bump. The final move is supposed to look like your feet are knocked out from under you and you end up on your back, simple huh! Nah. If a person can't do it themselves on the first try, a student gets against the back of your legs on their hands and knees and the instructor firmly pushes you backwards. The trick is to tuck your head forward and land squarely on the flat of your back with your legs in the air. Well I let them do this to me and everything went fine except I didn't tuck and I now knew what it meant to "see stars! " Well this should have discouraged any person with any Common Sense (see the thread?) but it only fueled the "center of attention" part of my makeup and I immediately enrolled in the school! I was faithful to school and I even practiced on days we didn't have class, of course it took me three weeks to learn new things where the young guys took 3 minutes to pick up the new stuff, They were very patient with me, I guess I was like "mom" to some of them and the other ones wanted tattoos, anyway I was accepted as one of the guys. One instructor groomed me for more advanced things for my debut match. It was in Fort smith, Arkansas and our promoter had Hector Guerrero, Jim, the Anvil, Niedhart (who never showed), Terry ,Bam Bam, Gordy of Fabulous Freebird Fame and Dan, the Beast, Severn. The midgets Bobby Love and Little Kato were on the ticket. Dino, the chick I wrestled, was a very good wrestler. Well The match went well, one minor problem was discovered after I was thrown around awhile....at age 40, a person should go pee before they are to be thrown around like a rag doll! The "crowning" glory of my match was when I took a headshot with a metal chair from The Assassin, to end the match! I have it all on really bad home video and it's cool everytime I watch it! Hector Guerrero even complemented me on my wrestling, he was surprised to learn it was my debut, he told me I should stick with it. The guys from class watching from behind the curtain were awed, in school no one was allowed chair shots until they were further along so I won their respect as the old lady who could wrestle!!!! I quit in 1999 after the 3rd time of being stiffed by a promoter. There is no money in wrestling and the guys and girls that do this do it for the love of the sport. Common Sense kicked in, weekends were the money making times of my business so wrestling sank quietly into the archives of my life, to be called upon when feeling low or just needing a chuckle when life was being difficult, I would still be doing it, I just couldn't make a living at it, I really loved the sport! Check out the photos from this time, Hi! to Malace and Dexter and RIP Terry, we miss you....