our new shop mouser. she's going to be big enough to be a gaurd cat though if the guys who "hate" cats keep feeding her ;-).


the view from porch. can't see pond very well.


my grindstone. you know..nose to the........
oh never mind.

ok, here's a call you don't want. son 1100 mi away in a stunt show, "mom how do you remove stitches?" mom, "WHY?" (wait it gets better) son, "oh they aren't mine, i've just always wanted to remove stitches." now, i really don't know which is worse, that he would call me or that this is something he has ALWAYS wanted to do. hubby says i'm slightly morbid and he's right but i would have never guessed it was genetically programmed. even though as a nurse you have to have a fascination with what others call gross it's startling when it shows in your kids.
ah well, kids, gotta love 'em.

scratch last entry. scratch scratch. screammmmmm.
we've been in the middle of a state sales tax audit for...EVER. i can't remember when it started. today i finally got the bottom line. it's not quite as bad as anticipated, still where does it end. we already pay roughly 48% in taxes state, federal etc... we try very hard to be legal and aboveboard, now i'm wondering why? sometimes it seems like our government just does not want smaller business' to make it. at times it seems like we take three steps forward and then are pushed back two.

it feels marvelous today and it's raining. i love it. not a lot of inspiration for writing though.

OMG! did i mention it's HOT here? i should be working but i just had to say that. do i get an amen. yesterday sitting on my porch (again!) and wondered why is it that when any interview is done with an arkansan it seems they are a throwback to another era. not necessarily a better one either. if it's male, he will be wearing a a wifebeater and what might of been jeans at one time. if it's female, she will be wearing a wifebeater and what might of been shorts..(see above). the quotes will be something along the line of, "Well me and bubba here were just sitting on the porch and heared what sounding like a freight train..". you understand what i mean don't you. then i started looking around and just about wet myself, not that i would of noticed because with the humidity i was already soaked. if somebody described my life it would read like that interview. trailerhouse, overgrown lawn, dogs everywhere AAAHHH when did this happen. i've morphed into a real life redneck. i really wouldn't change anything about it though, yes my house is a trailer, but it's very nice and almost paid for, the dogs are the best alarm system you ask for (not mention the ear with no mouth), i'm married to a great guy, have wonderful kids trying to find and make their own mark on the world in a positive way, GREAT friends, jeez what else could you ask for?