Seminole Indian Scouts' Cemetery

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Arrival

We have moved on. My neighbor in Carrizo Springs was making me very nervous. Anyone who would walk around someone else’s motor home checking windows and doors in the late evening have to be a few quarts shy of a gallon. Every time I turned around….. There he was. It was unnerving to say the least. It was even more unnerving when he knocked at my door at 10 o clock at night; he was letting me know that my windows and doors were unlocked. I am sure he was a lonely person but enough is enough.

Where we are staying now is located in an old Fort. I believe some of the original buildings are here as well as a cemetery. We pulled in and after I set up camp I had to put the laundry in the car and vacuum. I dropped mom off at the laundry mat and on my way back home there was herds of deer as well as turkeys. Tonight we made a grocery run. I had the windows down and a whiff of the past came back to me. I didn’t realized how much I missed skunks and shortly afterwards we spotted him or her waddling down the road. My neighbor has several lovebirds in her motor home and it is nice to hear them singing. We met a gentleman this evening who is a full timer. He was surprised to find out that it was just mom and I. From what I am hearing most women do not like Rving. Mom and I have taken to it like a duck in water.

Tomorrow we plan to go to the Alamo. Not the one you are thinking. It is actually a movie set. John Wayne used this movie set.

I love Texas. The farther west we go the more I fall in love. I love the desert with the mesquite trees and cacti. I told mom this evening I could live here. So we drew up our dream house and talked about settling down. Of course we are just dreaming but it is interesting because we both have the same taste in home décor and layout.

More later.

Dust

Where we are staying is very windy and very dusty. My sinuses are having a field day and I am perpetually stoned on antihistamines. When we pulled in I had driven 5 hours, I was sick, and we were greeted by the our neighbor. Yesterday I needed to clean the levelers and check the hydraulic level. That means I have to crawl under the motor home. I got my mat and rolled it out under the coach and here comes my neighbor. I realize he is lonely but when I am snorting, sneezing, and coughing while wiping down the levels I am not really in the mood for idle conversation. I just want to get the job done. I was also being eaten alive by ants. I kept reminding myself that this is the same person who waited for us to come home from gambling and shined his flashlight for us so we could find the keyhole. So I was pleasant and chatty. I explained everything to him what I was doing and thanked him profusely for wanting to help.

Can you tell I am crabby?

Zach - in the paranormal world, ghost show up as "orbs" in pictures. So if you are surrounded by orbs you are truly blessed that so many are watching out for you. I went to a psychic once, at a metaphysical fair, and was told I didn't have anyone watching out for me. That was depressing.

Robin - I got it! Thanks!

I am going to pop a couple of pills and curl up with Surely Not.

Good night.

I am having this kind of day

Cemetery

My mother and I love historical cemeteries. We like the statuaries and epitaphs as well as the peacefulness of a cemetery. Yes, it a hobby of ours to roam cemeteries. I usually write down the more interesting epitaphs. I do this by taking a picture of the headstone and then do the transcribing when I get home. One time, out of curiosity I did a genealogical search on a name and found out lots of information. I have even sent a couple of photographs to relatives of the deceased.

There are some that think of a cemetery as a final resting place and a place of sorrow. I have always felt that a cemetery is a place of beginnings. It is a place of hope, a place where love can be shown freely, and a wonderful place to commemorate a person that you value.

My trip to Mount Hope in Carrizo Springs brought surprise when I uploaded all of the pictures. I actually captured an orb. I have been photographing cemeteries for a long time but never captured an orb until now.

For those that don’t know what an orb is I will try to explain. Orbs are believed (by many) to be ghosts in the form of balls of light. They are life forms that travel in groups and are believed to be the human soul or life force of those that once inhabited a physical body here on earth.

I will have this picture printed and keep it. Because I was using a digital camera many will consider it a fake, a dirty lens, pixelation gone awry. I will consider it my first orb. It was not my intention to capture an orb nor was it my goal.

I really don’t have a favorite cemetery, I enjoyed Mayfield Kentucky’s cemetery because of the “strange procession which never moves.” Colonel Henry Wooldridge had life size statues depicting his family members, his horse, and his favorite dogs (Tow Head and Bob) made so his family would be with him. The only one buried there is Colonel Wooldridge. I love the Gypsy King and Queen plots as well.

The one cemetery adventure that will stay with me until I die was the Jay Evans Cemetery in Forbus Tennessee. I wanted to find this cemetery for genealogical purposes but when I asked about it in the Jamestown Tennessee library no one heard of it. Mom and I went to Forbus. The only building left was a 100+ year old grocery store where all of the locals hung out. We asked the clerk if she heard of the Jay Evans cemetery and she said “no, but this gentleman might.” We looked over saw a skinny elderly man. He said “follow me.”

Mom and I are addicts of crime shows. We knew better than to follow anyone but for some strange reason we followed. He jumped into a truck and took off. We were close behind him. He went off the main highway down a dirt road and we stayed with him for a mile or so. Then he turned off again and went down a country lane for quite some distance. He parked in front of an old farm house and took off into the woods. By this time mom and I were convinced that if the gentleman proved to be a pervert and tried to attack us we could easily over power him because he was so scrawny he could step behind a sapling and disappear. We followed him into the woods and a few short minutes later an old coon hound joined us. About fifteen – twenty minutes later we stood in front of an old abandoned cemetery and the only stones that were still readable were the tombstones of my ancestors George and Rachel Peavyhouse.

Update

Yesterday I was still sick. Fever, chills, and all of the fun stuff. Mom and I did get out for a couple of hours and visited the Mt. Hope cemetery in Carrizo Springs. The pictures you see with this post are from the cemetery.

After I got home I hit the antihistamines hard. Antihistamines will do two things to me.... most times it will make me drowsy. Yet, there are moments when I could mow the lawn with scissors after taking two pills. Fortunately it made me silly and tired.

Today I felt so much better that we went to Eagle Pass Texas. We found a casino. So we spent the day there and came out 38 dollars ahead. Hopefully tomorrow I will feel better than today.

Feast One Hundred & Thirty Two

Appetizer
Where on your body do you have a scar, and what caused it?
I have an obvious scar on my wrist. When I was three years old I was running down a hill and fell. I slid part-way down and in the process I put a nail in my wrist. Before I could utter a sound a soldier (he was staying at the resort) came out of no where and scooped me up. He removed the nail and pour alcohol on the wound. Mom said I didn't cry or make a sound.... Sergeant Walker was my first crush.

Soup
What is something that has happened to you that you would consider a miracle?
When I was divorced I applied for and started receiving welfare benefits - cash, food, medical, and rent assistance. During that time I started college and since I had no marketable skills I started volunteering. The director of Family Services asked if I would volunteer for the agency and I agreed. After 12 months I interviewed for an actual paying job with the agency and became gainfully employed on November 1st. When I received my first paycheck I decided I was going to give the children their first real Christmas. James aka Rusty, Greg (my stepson) and I jumped into my truck and we took off to Springfield Missouri. The boys and I enjoyed our afternoon of shopping and when we got into the truck it wouldn't start. We were parked next door to a garage and a repairman came out and checked it out. I was told the alternator had gone out and it will cost me $450. The boys and I went into a private room and I told them to return all of the presents. If we did that I would be able to pay for the alternator. We went up to the service desk and we were told it was going to cost $150 more. I said "Wait a minute!" I explained to them I could pay the $450 but there was no way I could pay the rest. It was at that time that I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned around. I remember a man standing there but that was it. He said Merry Christmas and shook my hand. I looked down at my hand and there was the money needed to pay for the alternator. Before I could react he took off and disappeared around the corner. I turned to the service man and the service man said it would only cost $450 and then he took another $100 off. I don't know who the man was that said Merry Christmas but because of him I still believe in Santa Claus.

Salad
Name a television personality who really gets on your nerves.
Katie Couric

Main Course
What was a funny word you said as a child (such as "pasketti" for "spaghetti")?
I couldn't say butcher I would say burcher.

Dessert
Fill in the blank: I have always thought ______ was ______.
Sorry the first thing that came to mind is life and unfair.

Back To The Country

We have arrived! We are somewhere around Uvalde Texas. Lots of brush, prickly pear... my kind of country. It was a 4+hour drive and I am a little worn out. We will be out and about tomorrow. I am still a little puny but feeling better. More later.

My Children

Hannah has been mentioned 41 times in my blog, Scott 22 times and Rusty 17 times.

As per Scott's request - I tried to raise my children in a conventional manner. I said I tried I didn't say I accomplished it. I would have loved to be like Beaver's mom.

Hannah was the only child that grazed. I am not talking snacking I am talking grazing. She would get her dish and off to the woods she would go. She studied plant life and knew what was edible or not. She would come home with a bowl of green stuff including flowers and wanted to share her wild food salad. Neither boys or me would eat it but she would share her salads with her neighbor and friends.

One very important thing she learned was while foraging for food is this.... never pick black berries barefooted. No it wasn't the thorns it was the poison ivy that grew around the bush.

I am sick today but it is moving on day tomorrow. Until later.

Something Said That Makes You Go HMMM

My son instant messaged me this evening to tell me he was seeing a hypnotist. He is trying to quit smoking and is hoping this will help him. What did I say?

You won't go into your past life will you? I wish you would because then I would
know who you were when you weren't you.

I realized after I typed it and sent if off, it wouldn't make a lot of sense to anyone but Scott and I.

You see I am mom, but I am not his mother. His best friend is Daniel but he has never met him. He has a horse that he rides but we don't have a horse. He speaks in a Southern accent but is from Missouri. I won't go into what a tree is for because he would kill me. We have had a couple of tree incidents. We have also had a lot of sleepwalking incidents.

Confused?

So was I when he ran out of his bedroom one night, jumped up on the back of the couch screaming "the crick is up." A couple of hours after I would put him in bed I would hear him yelling for "mother." I would go in his room and he wouldn't recognize me for a second and then ask "mom what are you doing?" I learned mother wasn't me. Mom is me. He would carry on conversations with Daniel when he was asleep and I would ask him who is Daniel... he didn't know.

Scott has always been a restless soul. Even as a newborn he was active when he was asleep. It was when he learned to talk that strange conversations could be heard from his bedroom and it was only later (preteen) that it all started making sense. I figured out by listening he had a friend named Daniel, he loved his mother, he loved riding his horse, and only when he was upset would he talk like a true Southerner.

No I am not on drugs and I haven't had a drink in over a
year.

A friend suggest reincarnation and I contacted a professional on reincarnation regarding children. She told me that when he is asleep to walk up on him and start asking him questions. One night he fell asleep in the chair, I quietly crept over to him and said "Who are you?" He open his eyes and gave me a look that curled the hair on my toes and I never attempted that again.

It was in his teenage years that he became something else. I awoke one night because I heard a man's voice. Scared the bejesus out of me. I walked into his room and he was saying "Move the men along." Then he would pound his fist on the bed twice and repeat this. I went back to bed.

My family - I could write a book.

Friday Feast

Appetizer
What sound, other than the normal ringing, would you like your telephone to make?
I think chirping would be nice.

Soup
Describe your usual disposition in meteorological terms (partly cloudy, sunny, stormy, etc.).
Sunny with clouds?

Salad
What specific subject do you feel you know better than any other subjects?
Public Relations

Main Course
Imagine you were given the ability to remember everything you read for one entire day. Which books/magazines/newspapers would you choose to read?
Dictionary followed by the encyclopedia

Dessert
If a popular candy maker contacted you to create their next confection, what would it be like and what would you name it?
Peppermint Patties

Photographs and No Bike

I called the bike shop to see if my new red bike came in, it did and it didn't. They didn't send the red one they sent a pink bike. I do not like pink, never have and never will. If it was any other color I would have considered it but PINK! So I will continue looking.

Enjoy the pictures.

Answers

Zach - You can lose your car in a mall. The mall was huge and when mom and I exited the building we looked upon a sea of cars. The parking is not marked and there was no landmarks for us. So we combed the parking lot, pushing the panic button on the car until we located it. It was so difficult because other folks were doing the same.

Jolie - My hair is such a mess. I didn't get it permed because it is still short. When it gets a little longer I will have curls.

Tired

Mom and I went to the Nature Park in McAllen Texas yesterday. It is a quiet sanctuary in a big city and I took some photos. We also did a little cemetery hopping as well. I will be posting pictures tomorrow. Today it was a cold day and we decided to some Mall walking. Then we spent an hour looking for the car and after finding it we decided to go to Barnes and Noble to relax. 3 books and 2 CDs later we came home.

Right now I am going to curl up with a good book and listen to Brother Iz. Good night.

IT'S A MIRACLE

I read this in People Magazine and had to share.

The Rev. Ted Haggard emerged from three weeks of intensive counseling and has announced he is "completely heterosexual."

He has been HEALED!


Stop laughing mom.

Leather Spinster

Back in the days of having a home on wheels I learned how nosey neighbors can be. I was single for about three years and blissfully going about my life without realizing that I was being watched – closely, by my neighbors across the small cove that separated us.

I became aware of this situation when my friend, Jill had a terrible argument with her spouse. She came down to my house and said “I need to get drunk.” We went to the neighborhood bar where she promptly downed two “Purple Hooters” and a Lite Beer. Then she started nursing a beer, munching Nachos, and describing to me in very graphic details how she would hang her husband by his genitals. A couple of beers, Purple Hooters later we went downstairs to listen to the band. By this time Jill was feeling no pain. She sat down, and then promptly slid down her chair so all I could see of her was from the nose up.

It was about this time my neighbor, who I will call Jack, decided to strike up a conversation. He strolled over to our table, greeted us and then asked “Are you two together?” Thinking he was an idiot I told him yes. My thinking at that time was we came into the bar together that means we are together. Then he said “No I think you misunderstood me. Are you two TOGETHER?” With a big emphasis on together. I looked at him and asked what are you saying? He finally asked if we were in a relationship because in all the years I lived across from him he never saw a man entering my home. Before I could say anything Jill managed to sit up straight and she yelled “I’m married to the most wonderful man in the world.” She went from castration to total devotion in less than 2 hours. Jack apologized profusely and to prove his sincerity he went and grabbed his buffalo rancher/accountant nephew and introduced him to me. I was never so embarrassed for someone in my whole life because Jack practically dragged us on the dance floor insisting that we dance. I told my reluctant dance partner that I was old enough to be his babysitter and I thought his Uncle was a jerk. With a big emphasis on jerk.

I have noticed that women are quick to take their men away from me if I engage in casual conversation with their spouse. Sometimes/most times the men initiate the conversation. Now that I have taken on a male role of driving a RV, maintaining the RV, I see this more times than not. I could be discussing sewer hoses with a man and we will hear his wife calling for him “Honey can you fix the blender?” Most women avoid conversation with me because I am single and they jump to the conclusion that I have nothing in common with them or they think I am after their spouse. The definition of “after their spouse” could range from luring him away from her to doing repairs. It is not strictly a fear of losing their man to me. I realize that some married men do not want their wives having a friendship with an unmarried woman. So the shoe fits on both feet.

I did some research on being single and I discover a term or definition that describes my lifestyle, Leather Spinster. According to Word Spy: To call oneself a leather spinster is a powerful way of saying, I'm a happily unmarried straight (or asexual) woman and proud of it. The difference between leather spinsters and single women (most) is a purposeful personal choice not an accident or "I don't have a choice in the matter singlehood just happened", it's a lifestyle choice.

In conclusion I will say this “I can fix my own toilet and I enjoy the camaraderie of both sexes without the intent of seduction.”

Dog Cemetery

We are currently parked by a dog cemetery. It is a grave of a beloved pet.

Surely Not is a finicky old lady. Sometimes she bounds out of the house eager for a walk. Then there are times she stands at the top of the stairs, with a determined look.... If she could talk she would probably say "I can hold it forever." The only way I can get her out is to pick her up or mom sneaks up behind and taps her gently on the rear. At those times I usually just put her in the yard and not demand that she takes a short walk. When we parked here I was delighted to have a backyard with no neighbors because I could pick her up without a leash and put her in the backyard. Everytime I would deposit Surely Not in the backyard she would make a bee line to the front yard. I now know why.

I DO NOT PROCRASTINATE

Fridays Feast on ...... Tuesday

Appetizer - Have you been sick yet this winter? If so, what did you come down with?
I am not suppose to eat spicy or greasy foods..... So I have had a lot of stomach problems due to my not eating properly.

Soup - What colors dominate your closet?
Earth tones

Salad - How would you describe your personal "comfort zone"?
In my fuzzy pink robe, barefoot, cross-legged with Surely Not on my lap, in front of my computer with a hot cup of coffee.

Main Course - On which reality show would you really like to be a contestant?
The only reality show I watched was "Biggest Loser." If I continue to eat like I do I will probably end up on the show.

Dessert - Which holiday would you consider to be your favorite?
Abraham Lincoln - because the last three years I spent it out of country. WHAT were you expecting Thanksgiving? Actually Halloween is great because of costumes, Christmas is wonderful because of family, Thanksgiving is good because of food. To many to chose from.

Mission Texas

We are currently parked at the far end or the RV Park. We have neighbors only on one side of us and the backyard is a small plot of ground with a fence. Yesterday morning mom was looking out the window and saw a bone shaped sign wired on the chain link fence. The sign read “A Spoiled Doberman Lives Here.” Neither one of us could remember the sign ever being there until this point. The ground below the sign shows evidence of a hole that was covered by a slab of grass. That led to a heated discussion between the both of us. We both agreed that it is probably a burial place for a beloved pet. I, of course, became upset because the animal is buried in unknown territory, a land that is not his home. I said, in spirit he is lost because this is not his home. Mom on the other hand said his spirit is with his people riding down the road with them.



Keep in mind we really don’t know if a Doberman is buried there or not. But this has been an ongoing discussion since yesterday. Is the Doberman with his people or is he/she roaming the Rio Grande Valley in Texas. We both agree that if a Doberman is buried there that whoever buried him/her must have loved the dog dearly.



My plan for Surely Not is cremation. When I pass then our ashes will be scattered together. She has been with me so far for fifteen years; longer than all of my marriages combined. Wherever I am is home to her.



Rusty aka James emailed me. I shouldn’t give him a hard time because his schedule is so demanding. He is working and his job requires some overtime but oftentimes it requires a lot of overtime. He has learned to shut off his phone. He is the father of 2 children with another one due in April. He has had some health issues now corrected. He is also in a custody dispute with his ex wife and hopefully that will be resolve in February. His oldest child is in preschool and much needed speech therapy. His son, Hayden is at the wonderful age of discovery. Hayden has discovered running and climbing is so much more fun that walking. He still loves to scream and smile. His wife has cut her hours at work to stay home with the children. He is also moving in February. His life is busy just like anyone with three children but he wouldn’t have it any other way. I also think his wife is a saint.



I will have to say one thing to you Rusty aka James……. Is your living room big enough to accommodate your TV? Like I said earlier his wife is a saint.



Scott the book you sent me is wonderful. I just love Brother Iz and I am so glad to have his autobiography both in words and photographs. Hannah Jane thanks for the lovely serenade this morning. Kudos to you for your exam grades. I am looking forward to seeing you and Robert in March.



Today is warm and breezy and we are heading for the park.

Location:  Mission Texas

1. What time is it? 11:55 p.m.

2. Name. Pepper

3. What are you most afraid of? Elevators

4. What type of car do you own? Saturn Vue

5 Have you ever seen a ghost? Several times

6. Where were you born? Missouri

7. Ever been to Alaska ? Wish I had.

8 Ever been toilet paper decorating in trees? No

9 Croutons or Bacon Bits? Neither

10 Favorite day of the week? Thursday

11 Favorite restaurant? Right now.... Joe's Crab Shack

12 Favorite Flower? Spiderworts

14 Favorite Drink(s) Diet Coke

15. Favorite Ice cream: Chocolate with peanut butter

16 Disney or Warner Brothers? Neither.

17 What is your favorite take-out? Pizza

18 What color is your bedroom carpet? I really don't have a bedroom

19 How many times have you failed your driver's test? None.

20. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail. my mother

21. What do you do most often when you are bored? read

22. What time do you usually go to bed. whenever I get sleepy

23. Who will respond to this meme the quickest? we will see

24 Favorite TV show? I love the news

25 Ford or Chevy? Chevy.

26 What are you listening to right now? My dog snoring

27 What are your favorite colors? Black and purple

28 How many tattoos do you have? None.

29. Do you have any pets? Surely Not My geriatric puppy

30. Which came first the chicken or the egg? to deep of a question

31. What would you like to accomplish before you die? peace

This Is A Test

This is a test. Every time my oldest child calls; he never asks what town we are in let alone the state. The last conversation I had with him, out of curiosity, I brought this up and he said he already knew where we were because he is a faithful and loyal reader of my blog. Today I went to the UPS store and sent a package to his wife. Now if he is a faithful reader of my blog he should be sending me an email asking when the package will arrive. I will be waiting for his email. Either I will be surprised when I get the email or he will be surprised when the package arrives. I promise not to say “gotcha” well I will try not to.

Today was one of those days. Neither mom nor I wanted to get dressed so we sat around in our night clothes until mid morning. Finally we decided we will go to a park that allows dogs and give Surely a day out. Right by the UPS store is a pancake house and so we ate breakfast there and that led to a conversation about bicycles. I have been toying around with the idea of getting a bike but was still apprehensive. The fear I have of horses is the same fear I have of bicycles. I haven’t ridden one for over thirty years and I recall the pain of falling off more than the pleasure of riding one. I fell off and crashed more times than I can count. I finally said “I’ll get one.”

We went down to a bike shop knowing we will be totally ripped off by the salesman because they can spot a novice a mile off. I explained what I wanted to do with the bike (street and trails) and I had no desire to jump over small ditches or ride it up a ramp. I also explained I had no clue what gears are because the bikes of my youth did not have them. He showed me a bright red bike, which I immediately liked because if I should fall off of it the bright red will surely be spotted first by rescuers. It has gears and if it comes with instructions I can figure it out. It has a wide seat for my wide rear end and shocks. It is not a mountain bike, it is a bike that allows to me to sit tall in the saddle and see the world around me. This is good for the old back. Because I am short they had to order a bike that would accommodate my shortness and I will not have it until Friday. I told the salesman I would take it. Then he said “When it gets here I will help you with adjusting it.”

Crap, I was hoping to take the bike somewhere where there are no people and practice riding it. I do not like making a fool out of myself in front of people nor do I want to appear on America’s Home Videos. My intentions were to slink off somewhere and not ride around in the parking lot where God and everyone else can see me. I made him and my mother swear they would not take pictures and asked if there were video cameras in the parking lot. My mother just smiled and the salesman promised.

When I got home this afternoon I did a lot of research on my bike and you want to know something? The salesman did not rip us off. In fact he could have sold me a mountain bike for a lot more money instead he took me to a bike that was perfectly suited for a middle age novice hell bent on breaking her fool neck. That reminds me, I need to check on getting a helmet.

Location:  Bracketsville Texas

NEW WORDS FOR 2007

(Essential vocabulary additions for the workplace and elsewhere);

1. BLAMESTORMING: Sitting around in a group, discussing why a deadline was missed or a project failed, and who was responsible.

2. SEAGULL MANAGER: A manager, who flies in, makes a lot of noise, craps on everything, and then leaves.

3. ASSMOSIS: The process by which some people seem to absorb success and advancement by kissing up to the boss rather than working hard.

4. SALMON DAY: The experience of spending an entire day swimming upstream only to get screwed and die in the end.

5. CUBE FARM: An office filled with cubicles.

6. PRAIRIE DOGGING: When someone yells or drops something loudly in a cube farm, and people's heads pop up over the walls to see what's going on.

7. MOUSE POTATO: The on-line, wired generation's answer to the couch potato.

8. SITCOMs: Single Income, Two Children, Oppressive Mortgage. What Yuppies turn into when they have children and one of them stops working to stay home with the kids.

9. STRESS PUPPY: A person who seems to thrive on being stressed out and whiny.

10. SWIPEOUT: An ATM or credit card that has been rendered useless because the magnetic strip is worn away from extensive use.

11. XEROX SUBSIDY: Euphemism for swiping free photocopies from one's workplace.

12. IRRITAINMENT: Entertainment and media spectacles that are annoying but you find yourself unable to stop watching them. The J-Lo and Ben wedding (or not) was a prime example, Michael Jackson another.

13. PERCUSSIVE MAINTENANCE: The fine art of whacking the crap out of an electronic device to get it to work again.

14. ADMINISPHERE: The rarefied organizational layers beginning just above the rank and file. Decisions that fall from the adminisphere are often profoundly inappropriate or irrelevant to the problems they were designed to solve.

15. 404: Someone who's clueless. From the World Wide Web error message "404 Not Found," meaning that the requested document could not be located.

16. GENERICA: Features of the American landscapes that are exactly the same no matter where one is, such as fast food joints, strip malls, and subdivisions.

17. OHNOSECOND: That minuscule fraction of time in which you realize that you've just made a BIG mistake. (Like after hitting send on an email by mistake).

18. WOOFS: Well-Off Older Folks.

19. CROP DUSTING: Surreptitiously passing gas while passing through a Cube Farm

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Friday Feast One Hundred & Twenty Nine

Appetizer
What was one of the fashion fads when you were a teenager?
I just remember bell bottoms and hip hugger jeans.

Soup
Name one thing you think people assume about you when they first meet you.
1.) She really needs to do something with her hair
2.) Nice but quiet

Salad
On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being highest, how hard do you work?
8.5

Main Course
If you were given a free 30-second commercial during the Super Bowl to sell anything you currently own, what would you advertise?
I would sell the second tv in the bedroom. We never use it and it takes up valuable space.

Dessert
Fill in the blank: I love to ________ when it is _________.
I love to hike when it is sunny.

I am not very creative this morning. :-)

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