~ A Poem...

Sometimes it is just too easy to let things get away from us…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meet Sam the Duck.

Sam the Duck was named after Samson the Dog.

Both belonging to us.

Samson the Dog is alive and well.

Sam the Duck, not so much.

 

~The End~

RIP SAM the Duck
13 - 15 March 2014


***These pictures were taken prior to his escape plan***
****Looking back I am afraid it's safe to say, he didn't have a fighting chance, poor fella!***
***Death by the over zealous love of a three year old, such a shame.***
***Said three year old testified in the court of Brother and Sister and found NOT GUILTY.***
***We may need to reopen the case?  Shhhh. Nah.***
 

~ Time for a Trip...

 

So... it seems that my posting will be completely underlined.  I don't know why, but whatever.  I am obviously not as computer literate as I had hoped.  Bummer.  Life goes on though. 

Let me emphasize here that in my opinion this was the worst winter ever to attempt a new life experiment on our land.  I am not even kidding.  If it hasn't been one thing, it has been another, and please see past my complaining for just a second as just real life, real life, very real life. 

Take the first or second week in December for example... It was the first cold front that moved in through this area... and it was bad.  So bad that I woke at 5am in fear that my pipes froze, which they did, and I found a real deal sheet of ice forming on the inside of my shower.  What? I found myself blurbing through my fuzzy eye balls as I looked harder to see if in fact it was ice, which was true.  That will make a GREAT CAMPFIRE STORY someday for sure!  Obviously, something went very wrong in that situation, but I haven't the time, nor was it the intended point of this post to get into the freezing shower scenario. 





 





Ok, so whatever... I had this fun post all put together in my head but to be very upfront and honest with you I am having a H3LL of a time getting bloooger to work with me.  I can't edit or add to my above sentances because it seems the text is in a text box, that I cnnot get to go away. 

Whatever, none of that is important. 

You can take a look at the pictures and I will briefly tell you what happened.
So, my transmission on my truck went out.  I think every one in the world of FaceBook knows that by now. 
I had a rental car.
The night I had the rental car I had to drive out to the country (home) in  torrential down pour that was fast turning to ice.  (For those in TN, this was the ice storm that hit in the beginning of Feb.) 
All the time I was driving I kept thinking, "Lord, just let a tree be down somewhere on this road, so I will be forced to turn around, head back to town, and curl up in a hotel room, with cable television and a free hot breakfast... please?" 
Well, I dont' know if my prayer was answered, or if started my own demise. 
BECAUSE, when I pulled into the driveway guess what stared me straight in the eyes. 
It was very dark outside, and very wet, and very cold... but I was not mistaken... it was a tree.
A tree down. 
A tree down, across my driveway, and over my gate.
(Why couldn't I drive the car under the tree!!  Really?  Why ME!!  It's pouring rain and my front door is RIGHT THERE!!!)

 

So... see I know there are lots of errors in my writing, but the blogger world leader is keeping me at bay from an awesome blog post/read.  I really just want this to be done so I can move on with my life and attempt other more recent posts. 

So the  thrill is gone.

I had to learn to use the chain saw.

I guess it was meant to be a campfire story and not a cyberspace puff of digital air.

THE END.