Life is good on Pecan Lane. I've spent a whole bunch of time b**gging about it over the past three years which has been a gift in itself...the place that I vaguely knew as always being there for me has morphed into a treasure hunt of sorts. In the process of exploring I have come to understand how very fortunate I am to have spent all of my life here in some form or fashion. That makes me an oddity in today's fast paced cyber-kinetic world. My BabyGirl grew up knowing it as well. Doesn't get much more blessed than that, if you ask me.

My youngest brother has lived in the mountains of Virginia for close to three years after a courtship of five or more with the place he now calls home. As long as I live, I will never forget the day he and wifey left the farm with dogs roaming the vehicles and everything they owned loaded on trailers. They were my neighbors for quite some time, so it wasn't unusual for the UPS dude who did the pickups for their online business to make one last run and find them and the dogs in my yard saying our good-byes. Sort of an impromptu little going away bash :) He's been home for a visit this week and it makes me smile just knowing he's close by.
The evil credit card company hauled me back into court today after a three month continuance ran out. Luckily my good friend and counselor was not "out of the country" and he managed to get me some terms I can handle. I owe him and wifey some asparagus. Lots of it. For as many springs as the bed keeps on producing.

My BabyGirl has been as focused as a laser since last August, working 40 hours on the graveyard shift and commuting to school as a full-time student during the day. Thank Big Ernie she's got a few months off coming up to rest her brain and do the girl thing. All work and no play makes girls bitchy. Ditto for the hormones.

Since we can't drink or have orgies at work, we've celebrated lab week by eatin' free lunch every day provided by vendors because they love us and want us to buy their stuff *just kidding, Rock* One of the lab old-timers, Miss Anita, is piled up in the bed as an inpatient with a belly full of fibroids and five more pints of blood than she came in with. We miss her and worry about her. I wish y'all would pray for her. She's scared to death.....

The hunt for sugardaddy has turned into a mild amusement at men in general and the way that they think with their peckers mostly. Okay, so I'm a slow learner..sue me. At least I figured it out before I died. That'd be a bitch to have a tombstone saying "Here lies Poopsie. She thought it was about love."

More live music coming up this weekend at that place with the kitchen where I've spent hours on end elbow deep in grease. Shut your eyes, and you'd swear they're Journey. Cross my heart and hope to die..stick a needle..No, on second thought don't do that!

The big mystery around these parts is whether or not the crepe myrtles will make a comeback after the hard freeze that came on the heels of two weeks at 80+. Butterfly bushes are a close second on the casualty list. Time will tell.

Ya know how it is to find a book that you read a long time ago and absolutely loved and decide to feel the joy again? I'm doing that with The Floatplane Notebooks by Clyde Edgerton. BG's bf brought me this huge bookcase that he salvaged from a job for me to umm..consolidate all the volumes scattered hither and yon around Casa Poops. The really special ones have a bookplate on the inside cover that looks something like this I'm really sorry about answering questions posted in the comments. Lazy ass b**gger, if you will. Let me make amends, umkay?

The pecan crop was a loser this past fall, Hoss.

Yes, Jules. The one and only.

Kenju? Head cowboy definitely on the left.

As for the prom Jim, we didn't have one when I was in high school. So technically, that was my first :0

Y'all keep the faith.

^j^