a new journey

Isnt it funny how things dont appear as they truly are, until later.. like youve stared at it until you see it? At first it is so pretty until you decide to pick it up. or the other way around, like when I picked up something in the dark laundry room ...and felt it was soft, not a piece of dog food I dropped. Turns out scorpions are soft. He was alittle slow on the sting, and I was quicker on the stomp.

 So just because you see a bed of roses, doesn't mean you should run barefoot over them. I guess journey ahead can be taken in different ways.... other then barefooted...I used to think that the important thing was that I was on the stupid journey! but I think I was wrong now.  you can travel it in diff ways....and some ways are better then others.

you can criticize each way, if its not your way, it s easier to criticize.  But sometimes you will see more of the fine details one way, vs the other. So heres to the future journey, and the next few turns. May they be adventurous rather then sad and hard. May they bring wisdom, joy and peace rather then chaos, and heartache.  

A new chapter, with new tears, new laughter, and a new ending.

Dont you just hate having to learn changes? Ok so dont click "see the new format or is it design"? if your using explorer while viewing this blog...if you do, then explorer wont work anymore, and youll have to download google chrome. Seems the road ahead is just lined with things like that...little surprises, that you have to over come and learn about...so you can go forward.


So it has rained alot...in fact about 6 inches here. everything is under water. The grass was about a foot high...in many places.. this includes the various weeds that have given birth..some of which may never of existed before...or at least thats how it looked...weird looking stuff. So i got bored, and put my mudboots on, and got the mower out. Yes I mowed. Yes it was wet. No i didnt get stuck. I put it in 4 wd..  and hit the high spots. the low spots were still under water. its a mess but I got it done.


i hope this works...and I can save it and pull it back up again next time i wanna blog. yes sirr reee... 4wd lawnmowers. Thats the kind you wear work gloves with when you steer... 


ok this blog is mainly an experiment..to see if it works with this new browser. heres crossin my fingers.

herbal secret mixes

ok..so im getting older. I cut a tree down the other day...and thought suck my own teeth down my throat I was breathing so hard. its been since my old "jack hammer" days since I sucked air that hard! So I decided I better seriously try something new.. and lose some weight. So Herbal Life... yep, I went down and gave away some cash.. for a bottle of this and a bottle of that, and you just pour this and that ina thingy, and hit the "crush ice and make a perfect shake" button. so it should come right out tasting like a freaking "A" butterfinger" shake! So..i drank the mysterious tea that burns the calories right off of you, and coats your "lower intestines where the'" blah blah blah is stored. Ok I kinda drifted off when he told that part... but I re established eye contact quickly, and I dont think he noticed. So.. i dranke the tasty tea, and followed it with a shake. I think that is the first time I ever in my life drank tea, and then chased it witha shake.

I got h\ome just intime to explode all over the crapper..well in it. I swear...my butt made noises that I ve only heard on tv. they kinda left that part out inthe sales pitch. I think some of that "stuff" has been in there since I was a teenager. I think the house will never smell the same, and I may have ruined a perfectly good crapper. Im sure i rusted out the rim.... I wonder if Herbal life has ever been sued for crapper lid replacements??  but I have a month of this stuff....(almost said crap ha.). and Im gonna learn it. Imma be the chef of shitshakes. i mean... umm. dietary vitamin fortified supplements.

Ok so it rained. and its still raining. theyre saying 6 inches??? wth?? comeon oklahoma .... cant you spread this out alittle bit? I hope everything flushes good in flood waters... too bad I didnt manage to get the garden tilled up...before the flood. next year Ill build a small ark...and place it out there.

just a glimpse ...

Rain. A peaceful slow drizzle..can you hear the drops hitting the metal roof you sit under? you can sense the place is old... just an old fashioned barn. Close your eyes, and hear the different sounds... the drip drip of the leak in the loft, the splat splat of the dripping on the sheet iron stacked nearby, and a dull thud each time a drop hits the brim of your hat.... and the soft sound of raindrops on an old barn roof.   You wonder how many times someone else has listened to thse same sounds? You can just see bales of hay, that long ago... someone stacked... and used. the old hay hooks still hang in plain sight...with an old hay fork.

it is times like these... that you wish you had that special someone ...that you connect with so well... that would appreciate what you are experiencing... and wonder the same things you are. Its a full moon. and the sky lights up like a flashlight. Your children are grown, and gone to live their own lives, Your dog is gone... and the 10 cats  you raised are all gone except blackie. Shes still here., never to far away. The cows are sold, the calves are absent.  You hope the rain continues so there will be grass and hay in the future. Sometimes life is like this. Passionate, but lonely. You feel your bones grow alittle older, and ache just alittle more each passing year. How many times have you seen that full moon come and go?

You know there will be hard tiems ahead. your determined to laugh as you live through them. at least alittle. You look forward to the little projects coming up... planting a garden... preparing flowers... things that keep your hands busy, and your mind at peace. It is better to live alone then to live with drama and that nagging woman will soon sound like the dripping but you can tget away from it.

It is good... good that you notice the smiles. .. good that you acknowledge the owl that hoots... the sunset that paints a pretty pciture for you, if only for a few moments, the first star to twinkle... the coyote that yells... and the soft thunder in the distance. Life is good. maybe it is better then  you think. Be careful what you pray for... and be aware of the blessings you have today. I have been blessed. I have loved. I have felt love. I have felt happiness, joy and thought I was skipping across the colors of the rainbow ..straight into sunrays from heaven. Such an array of experiences and feelings...

I hope my hat dont leak....hasnt yet.

projects, life and pinball machines.

well i had my how to light a cutting torch 101 course. a friend came over and showed me how to adjust the settings.. there are two on the handle... he told me to go from the bottom up. i can remember that... its just like a woman.. slap her bottom, then go up. yeah . I got this. then you adjust this and that, and when you squeeze the handel it blows oxygen thru and it cuts the metal when the metal is hot enough. exactly. just like a woman.  when shes hot enough.... bingo. so there. I got it. so I went about repairing, re bending, and even some light (very) welding. I was so proud... that I decided to fix the next little project... but the teacher..bless his little heart... failed to tell me to keep my hands BEHIND the torch. well. you guessed it. I moved my arm in front of it... and poof. burning flesh. Funny how fast flesh burns. Now I knew I was burned...but hey, I wasnt thru with my project. So I kept at it until it was done. Also remember not to wear the short gloves...wear the LONG ones dummy!  I guess its just like anything else... you do it... you think...ive got this... its just like... but its not so much.  my torch keeps popping..so something out of adjustment. maybe its like a bipolar woman... or one with anger issues... cuz it pops and pops..and makes all kinds of noise...but it works. so ..there. Ill learn to adjust it (the torch) later.  adjusting a woman is...welll... more complicated. So I welded the hay spike back together.. now to fnd out if it will actually lift a heavy round bale....w/o falling apart. oh yeah. I looked rugged. my leather gloves... my work boots... my little welding helmet... and one smoking arm. isnt that just the most rugged image. kinda like a lumber jack.. but with out an injured limb.

So the projects await me... and im eyeballin the flag pole. just putting a light on the flag I mean. it turns out there are several diff varieties of lights. a solar one, electric one, groundmounted, pole mounted or over head. jsut too many choices! the weather is first cold then hot then cold again.... i have the yard mowed and weedeated, ground broke for a garden...but now am wiating for mother nature to turn it warm again... to plant and fix the watering system for the flowers.

I think about the past, and what I have gone thru...and wonder if I can apply the lessons i learn so slowly to the present... maybe in the process, i can avoid say... burning the other arm off....or something special like that. Its true I tend to bounce off all the walls of any situation before I finally land. Like a ball in a pinball machine. Ill try not to "tilt", and score high... but dang it...i love to flip those flipper flappy thingys so much...So.. ill "ponder"... over these things... and try hard to avoid doing them again. I still wonder and think...of the ladies ive met in my past... and wonder and pray that they are doing ok, and are happy. I know I should not give a hoot. you know.. mean as I am and all. But I pray they are where they want to be. The time i had with each, was a time I was supposed to have, a time that I learned or taught something, and even the bad experiences were at least something that reminded me that im still alive and thinking, growing.....flippin those flipper flappy thingys. I swear im not going to do tha tso much in the future, and just roll right down to the bottom. its easier right? but on the other hand, you dont get to see the lights flash, and hear the noise.... and flip flip flappy so much either. soooo.....

Lets take a deep breath.... and pull the next pinball out..and letter go.

Today

Today is march... funny how the time just rolls along. I have long predicted a late winter...in march. But yesterday was 80 deg..and today promises another beautiful day. in fact, Im going to mow the yard today. I dont think Ive ever mowed in early march before...but here goes. Along wiht that comes the spring type chores, of weeding, planting, a garden prep, airing out the storm cellar... etc.  Going through the motions day after day, week after week, year after year... it is a good life, but it is still a solitary life. women are funny...they all seem to know what they want, until it is time to embrace it and be comitted to it. then... well... now lets think this over... maybe...ummm... not so much.

So whats the future hold? duteronomy (spelling) says "secret things are of the lord".. so..I will not be rebellious by whining about what they are.. Ill keep focused and enjoy today.

is anyone reading this?? or do I just write to the cyber waves.. like heat waves floating across a barren desert. doesnt matter I guess... i get it out. I do ok. I keep going. mostly. ha.  so i found that cows have gone sooooo high.... that ruth ann the bitch may be worth TWICE what she was.... dang it. I gotta get her knocked up. wonder what the neighbors bull is doing onfridays? hmmm. I could kick ass if I could only get those 17 head back....

so have a good day America. in my eyes, you are still a Christian nation, and Leave It To Beaver is not a porn movie, I can still ride my bike alone, and tapping my foot inthe bathroom alone only means I got one stuck. ONLY.