April 5, 2004

• When everything goes into overdrive, and the blooms are at their best.  I want to be outside enjoying all the gorgeous trees and flowers.  Problems is, I like millions of others wake up with a head full pollen, aching everywhere.  Sneezing becomes the hobby I do best.  Over the counter allergy pills are in my purse, car, coat pockets and medicine chest.  This makes me a member in good standing of the “Sinus Club”.  How many of you are members?  Walking to the mailbox becomes a visual treat and a path through hell..  Right now the pine pollen is coming down so thick it leaves a layer of yellow on everything.  In the South you know it’s spring when your car has a thick film of pollen and everyone is praying for rain to knock it down.  Come on rain!!

  
  

  This is the bridesmaid dresses.  You have no idea how beautiful everyone looked in these.  Of course they never have the proper colors to show everyone, so this is the best I could do.  I wish there was some way for some of my xanga friends to come and share this day.  As odd as it sounds there are many times when the objective advice and opinions I get here are better than the advice and support I get from my so called “real” friends.  And I know in the last couple of days I have laughed here at xanga more than I have “in real life”   Somewhere along the line I changed fundamentally and my best friend just doesn’t get it.  Truth be told I quit thinking of her as my best friend a year ago.  Though there have been several times I’ve tried to reconnect, it just ain’t happenin’.  SAD!  I’m positive that this is a huge part of the reason I’m so excited by moving on and out of here.  A new start so to speak.  You would think after 15 years she would “get where I’m coming from”,  now I’m just to tired to try anymore.  Luckily, I married my true best friend, and like a knight in shining armor he said “let’s blow this place.”  Okay maybe knights don’t really talk like that, but hey, works for me!    So after the yard sale, the bridal shower, the wedding and (yech) the cleanup, it will be time to go. 

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  I had an antique bee smoker hanging on my wall along with a few other antiques from my grandpas farming days.  Kind of like an “ode to rustic living”   This stuff has been up there forever, I mean literally years.  We had a serious thunderstorm (no rain)  a bolt of lightening hit so close that the whole house shook and the damn thing fell off the wall about 4 inches from my head.  concussion by bee smoker, just what I need.  I think I’m going to take it all down and put up safer stuff.  I mean what if the damn crosscut saw had fallen off.  It would have been decapitation instead off a concussion.  I think someone upstairs may be trying to tell me something.  Like farm equipment belongs on a farm not on the wall dumbass.  It just looked so good with all the old barn wood trim that’s in the house.  Oh well, it’s best to listen when the big guys speaks.  One of them looks like the top one in this picture below.  The other one, the dangerous one, is six feet  long.  Yeah, real glad that one didn’t come crashing down. 

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Hope your Monday is so good you feel like it’s Friday.  Sounds like an Irish blessing doesn’t it?  

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