CHRISTMAS.....TENNESSEE STYLE..

When my wife gets in a mood to decorate the house for the Christmas holidays you better get out of the way!! Or help?? Why do women ask men their opinions on what looks better? I give my opinion but seldom does she take it to heart. It will be picked apart with the precision of a trail lawyer.
I did get to help put the tree into position and held the lights while she placed them around the tree in perfect order. It took about two hours before she was satisfied with her effort. I kept quite, well most of the time. When she had finished with the lights she asked"how does it look?" It doesn't look bad!! Wrong answer!! At this point she was finished with my help, so I was out of Dodge. She did the rest of her tree decorating without any help. It only took two days off on on before she finished. I think you will agree with me, it doesn't look bad??
She continued to decorate the house with items she has accumulated for years.












My photos doesn't do her work justice. I wanted a new camera for Christmas but Santa only left two shirts. Maybe next year.
All our kids, grand kids, their spouse and one great grandson were in attendance. The two year old when he open one of his packages with a jacket in it threw it down in the floor and started opening the toy gifts. He doesn't like clothes yet.
A great dinner was prepared by my wife. Baked ham, potato salad, mac & cheese, green beans, bake beans, slaw, rolls, tea and soda. Desserts included her delicious chocolate lush pie and pecan pie.
The rainy night didn't spoil the wonderful time each got to spend with family.

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE......

While searching for stories how people write messages in a bottle and throw them into a body of water in hopes someone far away will find their message and return where it was found. This story was too good not to share.
A family from Ohio was vacationing in Clear- water, Florida in Dec. 1984. They were on a fishing outing from a pier when their 7 year old son prepared a note with his family's address and phone number and requested the finder to get in contact with him. Roger's mother told him she didn't want him to throw the bottle into the sea. "That's, littering mom said but mom I will throw it when no one is looking."
In 2003 Don Smith of Saint Petersburg, Fl. noticed a bottle floating in the canal behind his house. He was able to secure the old Pepsi bottle with electrical tape around the neck from the canal. The content of the message had much more meaning than the weathered paper inside.
Don contacted the phone number inside and it was Roger's mom Lisa. She had remembered that day Roger threw the bottle into the sea.  She went on to tell Don that Roger had been killed in a motorcycle accident a few years ago. Don offered her the old bottle with the note Roger had written.
Lisa made a trip to Florida to accept the bottle from Don. This gave her a piece of her son's past. Don explained to her that; Roger's letting you know you can still find him. The old Pepsi bottle sets on Lisa's mantle today.

MY BIRTHDAY PARTY !!!!!! BACK TO THE 50'S

Man, was I surprised on Sat. 22 Nov. I had another birthday party. I had my last party 10 years ago but my daughter and son put together a night of fun out with family. The event was at a new place in Shelbyville, Tn called 50's and Fiddles. A 50's style soda shop complete with memorabilia from that era.
Things didn't start out good for the trip as I went to start the car the battery was dead. Good thing the truck was handy and full of gas. My wife finally was ready to go, she's always the last to get ready. I think all women are taught in the third grade to keep men waiting??
Elvis and his date greeted us.
The girls working behind the soda fountain were busy preparing our Bebop Burgers and drinks.

Elvis' favorite sandwich was on the menu, a fried banana and peanut butter. No one ordered one. That Monroe woman was there staring down on all of us. You know the one who couldn't keep her skirt down.Several of my grand kids, nephews and nieces tried playing the juke box but it was only for appearance. We did have music from the 50's piped through the stereo system. A fun night was had by all. I received a photo in a frame of the old log house I lived in as a child and also an ink drawing of the old house. The house is no more but I have memories of living there from age 6 to 8.

HALLOWEEN PRANKS FROM YEARS GONE BY.....

I always got a kick out of my late dad telling stories of what his generation did back in his young days for halloween pranks.
Growing up in the country you would think there wouldn't be a lot kids could do on halloween. They couldn't trick or treat because no one could afford to buy candy to give away. They did go for the tricks. Case in point, a group of dad's young friends once took a farmer's buggy apart piece by piece and put it back together on top of his barn. I can see that poor old farmer's face when he saw his buggy perched on top of his barn the next morning.
The old tip over the outhouse prank. I hope no one was using the outhouse at the time the pranksters did that terrible prank. Oh. my gosh I think Granny was on the seat>HOLY CRAP!!!!
A funny prank during my high school days. No, I wasn't involved in this one. Several guys put a small boy in the trunk of the car. the boy rolled up his pants legs and they dosed ketchup on his feet and leg hanging out of the trunk. They would stop at gas stations and ask the attendant if he had a shovel they could borrow while he was sure to see the feet and leg hanging out of the car. Several trips to different stations and no one was concerned. Later that night the fun came to an end as someone called the police and all were arrested.
So if you use an outhouse or own a buggy beware tonight. I might renew these old pranks.

PARANORMAL EXPERIENCES AT AN OLD FARM HOUSE......

I wasn’t a believer in ghost or the paranormal until I experienced some strange events while remodeling an old farm house several years ago.

The old run down house was being fixed up as a wedding present to the Deal’s youngest son Ron and his future bride. The house was in a run down condition built in the 1920’s. The old house sat high on a hill overlooking the dam that backed up the waters of the Tims Ford Lake. There wasn’t any bathroom or running water in the house but it did have electricity. No one had lived in the house for years since Ron’s grandfather committed suicide in his bedroom with a shotgun. Attempts to remove the blood stains from the ceilings over the years were unsuccessful. Peggy had ask me what I could do about the stains and I suggested that since the ceilings were nine feet from the floor we could lower all the ceiling in the house to eight feet and that  would replace all the old wood materials with new modern materials.

Peggy told me the day before he committed suicide Mr. Deal had sold his tobacco crop and cashed a $900.00 check. The money was missing and she thought he had hid the money some where in the house.  Since I was tearing out all the old interior walls to be on the lookout for the money and she would split it with me if I found it. The money was never found in the house or the old cow barn behind the house.

The first strange unexplained thing to happen while working on the house. After a wall between the living room and dining room was eliminated the couple wanted to add another overhead light some eight feet from an existing light. They wanted the two lights to be controlled by a dimmer switch where the switch for the old light was located on the wall. The old light was working so I turned off the breaker at the electrical box to kill the circuit I was working on. I ran a new wire from the old light to my new box and installed a light bulb, turned the circuit back on and turned the switch on but neither of the lights worked?? Bad switch, NO! Bad bulbs, No! Bad Breaker, No!  No power was getting to the old light as it was before I added the other light. Every thing I checked was OK. I worried all evening trying to explain the problem with the lights but it continues to this day to baffle me. I removed the electrical box cover and ran a new circuit to the lights, now they worked fine.

A hallway door would not stay open even when I placed a 50 pound bucket of sheetrock filler against the door. Some time later the door would slam shut on it’s own for no explained reason. Several attempts to keep it open with the heavy bucket always failed. Peggy said they had the problem with that door ever since Pop died. I was told to take the door down and make a cased in opening.

Strange noises were heard one night while we were trying to finish the job on time. We didn’t work anymore nights. I became trapped under the house while installing the plumping pipe system. The crawl space had low head room and as I worked my way to under the kitchen area I couldn’t continue to crawl. Dirt had washed in under the kitchen area over the years from an open access door. I couldn’t crawl back the way I had come from because a nail was piercing into my back. I had to call for an employee to dig a trench to me from the access door so I could get out.

Finally the project was finished and the newly weds moved into the house. Three months later his wife accidentally set the kitchen on fire while waiting for some oil to heat up to pop some popcorn. Back to rebuild the kitchen. Years later with the help of some friends they converted the attic area into two bedrooms as their family now numbered three children. They had a fire in the attic bedrooms mostly smoke damage.

All these strange occurances that happen while I worked on the house has changed my mind about the paranormal. In Peggy's words, " I don't think Pop wanted the changes to the old house." ???????????

SCRAMBLE GOLF...!!!

Every day is a good day when you are out on the golf course playing golf. One doesn't care if he isn't the best in the group but I'm a competitive person and I want to win at any thing I try. Yes, I've won a few trophies in my day but I've lose a lot more.
Eight of us retired guys play every Wednesday in two men teams. We play scramble golf. For you non golfers that is then the two on a team hit their balls and you play the best shot of the two for your next shot. I know some of you are laughing about the recent statement?? Team work comes into play when one hits a bad shot and the other guy hits a good one. Some times both hit bad shots and that is big trouble for the team.
Doug and I are a team and we have won 15 out of 20 matches. He's from Green Bay, Wis. and owns The Sidetrac Restaurant. He really starts to play good after about 3 brews. I encourage him to start early. All of us encourage each other when we make a good shot or a bad shot. Case in point, Tom hits a long drive but it goes over some trees and into unknown rough. We comment, " Great drive!! happy hunting???" A little cruel but some times we will help him hunt for his ball. Tom just had laser eye surgery and when he makes a bad shot we say, " Tom they need to refund you some of that money back." Tom's partner is DOG!! That's what they all call him and I don't know why? I know him as Gary. He rides a Harley and is a die hard UT fan. UT as In Tennessee. Gary plays good most of the time. Of our 5 loses Tom and Gary have beat us twice.
Joe and John are a team. They don't hit the ball a long way but they are good at chipping the ball around the green. Joe is the better of the two with his smooth swing and shot making ability. If he is on his game he's hard to beat. I can believe the way he putts the ball, with one hand. I've nicknamed him the fugitive. You do remember that TV show??
The last team is Wayne and who every he brings the day we play. He started with a local football coach who wasn't a senior and he was one tough player. We accused Wayne of using a Ringer. We drew them that first time coach played and we lost by 4 strokes. He was way to good for us older guys. He only got to play two times before school and football practice started. Last time Wayne showed up with a very young man for his team. They lost to Joe and John.
I look forward to Wednesdays and a chance to play and observe mother nature in action. The course is beautiful maintain by a young man and his team. The greens are always in great shape. I'm glad tomorrow is golf day!! Hope the rain passes by?? FORE!!!!!!

SEWANEE CROSS.......

Sometimes we take for granted the amazing scenery near our home. Everyone living in Franklin County, Tn. has hear of the Sewanee Cross or have viewed it from the valley. I had traveled to the location as a teen with a date several times and hadn't been back in years. Sunday on a drive we decided to find the cross sitting high on the Sewanee Mountain located on the campus of the University Of The South, Sewanee, Tn. Driving through the campus trying to find the way to the cross we saw many students walking, riding and enjoying the beautiful autumn day. The campus is filled with native stone structures, massive gothic buildings. I didn't know that the campus is the largest in the United States. Encompassing 23 square miles of the Sewanee Domain. We got a laugh out of one student we saw riding by at a fast speed on her bicycle guiding with one hand and the other one holding a cell phone to her ear.
The Sewanee Cross is a Latin Cross some 40 feet tall. It was built in 1922 and is dedicated to all Sewanee and Franklin County citizens and students that served in World Wars I, II, Korean War, Vietnam and Dessert Storm. The cross is flanked on two sides by forest, the back side sits the campus and the front side offers a breath taking view of the Franklin County valley below. Back in the day it was a good excuse to take a date for a romantic moment. Looks like that still works this day and time as we noticed a young couple sitting on a bench hugging and kissing. They were deep into their own little world and after some time had elapsed they notice there were other people in and around them. They got up and went on there way. Man, to be that young again????

WOMEN DRIVERS......

Mother never learned to drive. She became a nervous wreck when Dad tried to teach her. All women should learn to drive they miss so much during life not knowing how to drive. The hassle they go through getting someone to chauffeur them around. Mom didn't miss a lot while Dad was alive, she always got to go where she wanted. How many people would drive someone 32 miles just so she could buy the brand of pinto beans she like to cook. Dad didn't seem to mine.
Mom's sister Aunt Thelma didn't learn to drive until later in her life. At an advance age she was determine to secure a drivers license. Uncle Herman had fixed up a 1963 Chevy II hardtop for her to drive. The day came for her to apply for her license. She passed the written test and eye test with flying colors only to fail the driving test. Disheartened but not giving up she would weeks later take the driving test again. This time the same highway patrolmen would ask her to drive the car up to where he was filling out her papers for the test. You will never guess what happen next?? She did what the officer told her but he wasn't paying close attention to her and poor old Aunt Thelma ran over his foot. HE FAILED HER AGAIN!!!!! Poor old Aunt Thelma or was it poor old officer.
Did she give up after all this??? NO WAY!! They say the third time is charm. On her third try with a different officer ( I guess the ran over officer wanted no part of Aunt Thelma's driving skills) she passed and finally received her drivers license. After all this trouble she never drove her car very much.

HONORING AUNT MILDRED...............

86 years she lived an inspiring life on this earth. A Christian woman, a wife, mother and a friend to everyone. A wife of 65 years, devoted to her mate. A mother to three, a son and two daughters. One daughter, handicapped at birth, the doctors only gave her a few years to live. Through mother's love, care and devotion Brenda live 53 years and the grace of GOD.
She always lifted ones spirit when she was in attendance. Her request before her death, " I want the service short and sweet." From words her remaining daughter wrote for the minister. If Mildred was here today she would say, " Now wrap this up!!"
Mildred would whisper in my ear many times through the years, "You are my Favorite." This always brought a smile to my face and made me feel special. Aunt Mildred whispered this in everyone's ear I found out later. Everyone was her Favorite!!
Slowly the funeral procession traveled 16 miles through the rural country side over winding narrow roads up hills and down into valleys. Cars, trucks, motorcycles and people pulled over as the procession went on it way. It was nice to see the respect they had in their actions.
 Arrival at the hillside cemetery behind the old Church where a daughter and Mildred's parents lay at rest. A circle of her life now complete back to the area where she spent  early childhood in the hills of Tennessee.
A sight to behold at the end of the graveside service which many of us had never witnessed. From a covered cage in the middle of the cemetery a man released three white doves and they began to fly in a wide circle above the cemetery. Then a  single white dove was released and joined the three as they circled in flight for several revolutions before they would fly 32 miles back to a sister funeral home in Manchester, Tn. An inspiring sight to see as was the life of Aunt Mildred.

FUSION-MAN......FIRST HUMAN FLIGHT !!!!!!!!!!!!!

History was made yesterday, 9-26-2008 with the first human flight with a jet powered wing attached to a man. He is Yves Rossy, a Swiss pilot and daredevil. He is called Fusion Man. His invention of the flying wing made history yesterday as he jumped from a plane in Calais, France firing up his jet pack as he approached the English Channel and flew like a bird over the channel and landed without incident in Dover, England.
When interviewed Yves stated he always since age 9 wanted to fly like a bird. Through out history, man has envisioned flying with the birds. Well done Mr. Yves Rossy, your place in aviation history was accomplished.
A great video of this flight can be seen at this Lady's site----http://col1967.multiply.com/

OUT OF GAS........

Problems with the availability of gasoline in Nashville last week end brought the city to almost a dead stop. 85 % of Gas stations sold out of gas and their supplies were delayed several days because of hurricane IKE. Long lines of near empty tanks and stranded motorist cause  panic around the city. Long, long lines of motorist waiting in line when they did find a station with gas only to have that station sell out of their supply before those waiting could get to the pumps. Tempers flared across the city with people cutting in line. Police arrested several people because of complaints. Once gas was found the prices were jacked up at those station with gas. Scenes of people pushing their empty cars were shown on local TV.

In and around my area we had no problem with a gas shortage. One station near here is owned by a man running for State Senator and he JACKED his price up to 5.29 cent a gallon. He made TV as the highest price gasoline in the state. Not the kind of publicity's a person wants running for election.

COUNTY FAIR.....

Lets go to the fair!!! Each year we go to the Lincoln County Fair which is located in Fayeteville about 35 miles from home. This is a must see event with plenty to do and see. Did you say you want to come along. OK, the car is almost full so climb in and hang on. What's that smell, who did that? Was that you Wade??
We are coming into town guys so behave. You want to eat before we go to the fair? Milli wants a Big Mac, Lynn wants BBQ, Wade wants a BUD, Dakota want Arbys, Irene wants Mexican, Christianne wants French, all the others don't care what they have they just want to eat!! We decided to go to Burger Boy. Ok, gang hurry up time is wasting, the horse races start a 1:00 and we want to see those horses and riders speed around the 1/2 mile track. Wade calls shoot-gun and we are on the way.
Man this car is slow with all these people in here. How many people will this Pinto hold??? I'll park outside away from the gate. You know they charge for parking there. Who said I was cheap?? I think that was my wife!! I was told to be on my best behavior. Guys and gals get your tickets and off we go to the grandstands for some racing. Looks like the stands are almost full. No Wade those seats are reserved. Wade," No one is sitting in any of them, I say we sit here and if anyone claims these seats we can always move, who is with me??" Need I say we got to sit in those reserved seat. The races were good, the trotters pulling a cart with the rider aboard traveled the tracks 1/2 mile twice in about 2 minutes. One race was over in 1: 57. Look at that horse run!!
We are off to see the exhibits around the fair grounds. 4-H kids had some awesome displays with their produce they grew? There's a  very big watermelon, 97 pounds and look over there at that huge pumpkin. Apples, peaches, pears and canned goods of all vegetables. Boy, I'm getting hungry, those food smells coming from the midway is hard to resist. Blooming onions, funnel cakes, turkey legs, BBQ, fried candy bars and my favorite, Polish sausage with peppers and onions. Lets eat gang!!
Lynn wants to ride that roller coaster and everyone wants to ride different thrill rides, I think I'll just watch ( I get motion sick, wimp??) Everyone had a great time. We stayed out of trouble, most of us did. When It was time to load up the Pinto we couldn't find Wade. A search party couldn't find him anywhere. Who knows what happen to him?? Reports of a guy looking like him was seen over at the horse barn trying to bribe a guy to drive one of those horse carts. POOR HORSE, that's all I can say.

WHO DOES SHE LOOK LIKE??????

They say everyone in this world has someone that looks like them. I've been racking my brain as to who this lady from Alaska looks like. You know the one I'm talking about, she Sarah Palin. We will be seeing more of this pretty face for months to come and you never know maybe years.
I think I see who Palin favors. This is only one man's opinion but to me she looks a lot like Marie Osmond. Who do you think she looks like??           



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NOTES FROM HEAVEN........

 Touching story I would like to share.
The ballad of Eddie and Shirley was a Music City romance. They both loved country music long before they loved each other. Eddie was from California and stepped off the train in Nashville with little money in his pocket and a guitar case in his hand with dreams of becoming a songwriter. This was 55 years ago. Shirley had grew up in the area and was an accomplished singer. She had shared the stage with such performer's as, Ernest Tubb, Red Foley, Roy Acuff, Marty Robbins, George Morgan and Billy Walker. Her stage name was Jenny Clay. Eddie and Shirley met on a blind date arranged by her friend who was a fiddler on the Grand Ole Opera.
Eddie would stammer and say, " Your the girl from Tennessee, and she replied, Your the boy from California." That night they played and sang country music for most of the night. Eddie told her that night that " I have never heard one so pretty sing country music like you do, you are cute as a button." That was his name for her the rest of there lives his, BUTTON. She called him "T" after Tarzan.
Within a year they were married and had a son and traveled in a station wagon playing country music at fairs, barn dances, honky tonks, and just about anyplace country music fans congregated. Shirley recorded 16 records but none ever became hits. In time she faded from the music scene, Eddie took a job as a salesman at Sears.
In July, 1996 a mysterious disease hit Shirley, she had trouble standing and would fall down for no reason. She was poked and prodded by neurologist from Nashville, St. Louis, Reno, and Sacromento. Her disease had bedridden her and "T" took care of his BUTTON. In the last year of her life she was totally depentent on him. He never heard her complain. On the morning she died he awoke before her and listened to the ventilator as she slept thinking she had a good nights sleep. She woke and said, " I can't breath, HOLD ME." He replied, "I can't I've got to call 911." "HOLD ME , again she says in a whisper. Soon the EMT's arrive as "T" grew close to her. "YOU SHOULD HAVE HELD ME" SHE SAID SOFTLY, and said no more.
Almost a year had passed since BUTTON had been laid to rest. A year is a long time for a lonely heart. Eddie sure missed his wife of 55 years. One day he picked up her Bible and out fell a small note dated July, 1996 the year her disease appeared, it read; " KNOW THAT I AM WITH YOU IN HEART AND SPIRIT. I MISS YOU, I LOVE YOU DEARLY. YOURS FOREVER, BUTTON. Eddie begins to search for other notes, surely if she hid one note there would be others. He finds a second note and goes on to find 37 notes his BUTTON had hid while she was sick for him to find during his time of sorrow. The last note he found read; MY SWEETEST "T" THERE IS NO ONE IN THE WORLD LIKE YOU. I THANK YOU FROM THE BUTTON OF MY HEART FOR YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT AND ALL YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME. YOUR LOVING BUTTON FOREVER AND EVER.

I HEAR BELLS RINGING???????

I've been known to pull some pranks on close friends through out the years. All have been harmless to those who were chosen for some fun. Perhaps one of the best pranks was with some little bells like kids tied on their shoes or people placed around their pet's neck.
A neighbor's oldest son had arrived back home from his stint in the Air Force. He soon fell in love with a young woman in a near by town. Once they were married her parents gave her and her new husband 5 acres of land next door to them. I was a home builder and was contracted to built their new home in the middle of a corn field. They both were very excited with the construction of their dream home. They were great to work for because they knew what they wanted.
The house was finally completed all but a few odds and ends . I agreed to let them go ahead and move in and I would complete the remaining punch list. The stage was set once they moved into their new home for my prank. They had one of those beds with the metal springs under a mattress and I had these bells, that gave off a little ringing sound when hit together. I tied these bells under the bed to the metal springs and when the bed moved with motion the bells would give off a faint ringing sound.
Weeks later my wife and I meet the couple for a night out at a local restaurant and we all got a big laugh out of what they told us happened with those bells. Sue kept asking Charles, while they were in bed, do you hear bells ringing??? Charles was hard of hearing and didn't hear the bells Sue was hearing. They say when you are in love sometimes one hears bells??? Poor old Charles wasn't hearing bells but Sue was!!LOL!! After several weeks the mystery of the bells was finally over thanks to a new kitten Sue had in the house. The kitten found those bells under the bed and was ringing them a lot more than Charles and Sue where????

MY KITTEN IS MISSING.....

One of my granddaughters at age 5 couldn't find her kitten. She had looked in all the kittens favorite places to hid from her. She became very upset and asked her dad, "Daddy have you seen my kittie cat??" Her dad told her, " Leslie, your kittie cat died and went to heaven." This seemed to put her at ease.
The next day she couldn't wait to tell the little boy who lived next door about her kittie cat. " Did you know that my kittie cat died and went to heaven??" NO, said Johnny your kittie cat didn't die and go to heaven. Your daddy backed over it with his truck and threw it up in the back of his pick-up. I saw him through my window.

SQUIRREL WAR UPDATE.....

About a month ago I did a blog on the squirrels that were taking our peaches off the trees and only eating a few bites off them. I decided to try some music to deter the little thieves. The old car radio placed into a five gallon bucket with it's speaker outside attached to the bucket and powered by a 12 volt car battery playing gospel music.
This music worked for a few days and the squirrels decided to feast on the pears. OK, you can have all the pears you want but stay away from the peaches. Squirrels are like kids, they don't listen. The squirrel ring leader decided they were going to go for the peaches a few days later. Ring leader, " Hey guys we will get up early, about day break and go get some peaches for breakfast." What about that loud noise at the peach trees ask one low ranking cousin?? Leader, " Don't worry about that, I don't think it will hurt us." " I love to hear that noise said top squirrel.
Early the next morning Top squirrel assembled his troops high in the trees near the orchard with his plan of attack. Help guys follow me down and to the peach trees. I don't see any problems. The old man with a gun is still sawing logs.ZZZZZZZZZZZ's. Hey, look at those peaches laying on the ground!!!
BOOM,BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!!!!!! Retreat, retreat we been ambushed cried Old know it all??? Some of his troops didn't made it, four died of lead posioning. The remaining troops with the leader retreated deep into the woods and weren't seen for several days. Prehaps they are planning another mission to the orchard. In a few days it will be time to pick those peaches.

NICK'S RACCOON TRAVEL AGENCY

TRAVEL AGENCY

This raccoon ordeal is getting way out of hand! Yesterday I trapped my second varmint. He was so cute when I went to check the trap, he was sleeping on his back with his feet up in the air. He was waiting for the release and relocate part of my program. This is what might be going on in Raccoon-ville, a community located deep in the woods near our house from a raccoon's point of view?
Rocky, "did you coons hear about that guy up near the road and his travel agency. Yeah, he's got a travel agency for us!!." What does it cost? It's free and the perks are wonderful. He offers a cat food buffet in a nice cage, air conditioned, view you can't believe. After the outstanding meal you get to stay overnight in a 5 star cage, it's almost like being outside, there are many windows in the room. The next morning the man comes to pick up your cage and places you in the back of this vehicle that speeds off to a resort. They say the ride is very thrilling with the wind blowing in your face. Several miles down the road it's time to see where your vacation starts. Once at the resort you are let out and guys I hear it's paradise. The woods are huge and a lake is nearby. It's water as far as you can see!! That's sure sound inviting doesn't it? I'm thinking tonight I will slip up and take a cage and take the trip. Mother coon, " Rocky you be careful, don't get out in the road and wear your best fur coat. Send word when you arrive via the coon-network. Be very careful about those hunters and coon dogs, you know what happen to your dad?" .

UNUSAL PHOTOS FROM AROUND MY HOME TOWN..

Hey, honey where is my bike?? Dear you never ride it but it's out in the front yard.




I just installed my new Bass
mailbox. Just let someone hit it with a baseball bat.