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THIS LITTLE SIGN HANGS OUTSIDE MY DOOR UPON ENTERING MY HOUSE,,,ITS SELF EXPLANATORY ...CAUSE I HATE TO CLEAN HOUSE...NEXT DAY ITS THE SAME OL THING..I NEED TO ADD A DUST RAG BECAUSE I TELL THEM IF YOU WALK OUT OF THE KITCHEN INTO THE LIVING ROOM ,,,,,JUST DUST AS YOU GO...THOSE LITTLE DUST BUNNIES MUST COME IN EVERY NIGHT WHILE I AM ASLEEP ...IF I EVER FIND THE LITTLE --------- THEY HAVE HAD IT..

all is quiet on the east coast for a few hours...the man in the house didnt work today because of the rain we got..it lightened , thundered and poured down the rain all night so it was too wet to run big trucks and he alternates between running a dump truck and a water truck so it was too wet for anything to move....we are suppose to be getting a cold front AGAIN coming in.....im a little sick of this cold ass weather...if summer is here ,,i want summer ..keep this cool stuff til fall...

the swimming season will be over here in another month..the 7 year old and his 9 year old brother will be playing football and practice starts next week so their time here will be less and less...they practice either 2 or three nights a week for 2 hours and most of my time last year was spent at these practices...and i really dont wont to do that this year..

for one thing...I HAVE A DATE.....and its not what you think...It's with my DR. and my bionic knee is set to go in september 22...and i must say i am really looking forward to this ...yep..i am ....NOT....right now i can say that i dont even have a good leg to stand on and thats the truth..my left one is giving me fits...i have a dr. appt . tomorrow so i am waiting to see what she says it is...and if its like everything else that has gone wrong i will have to find me another doctor for another opinion..shes a nice doctor but has never gotten anything right yet...except for my osteoarthritis that she says i have...i can believe that..oh these dog gone golden..senior ,middle age or whatever you want to call them is a pain in the butt,,not like i had imagined...i should have kept working ..these retirement years have been the worst i have ever had...maybe you are so involved in work that you dont notice if you are really sick...but I SURE FEEL IT NOW...AT TIMES..oh well...it could be worse....to have a terminal illness,,a limb gone...stroke or heart attack would be even worse....we wont mention all timers cause i have half timers...havent reached the all yet....well...my page has filled up and i dont even know how i started this blog...ALL TIMERS...by the way how do you spell that word,,,i thought it had a z in it so i hit spell check and it came up this..oh well..im sure you know what i mean....

ok..short post..i was trying to finish my dishes but the two guys have left for town so if i am lucky i will have a little peace and quiet for a few hours.MAYBE...

one more post

been reading some of la. sisters post about childhood years...
Ours was quite different...we lived in the same house but had different tasks and chores to do....when the older two sisters cleaned,cooked,washed clothes (wringer washer at that),ironed clothes and all the other chores I wondered why i didnt have those memories....Shame on my butt....Myself and my baby brother had a different life...While the older two sisters cleaned and worked in the house and the 3 older brothers cut mine props and brush..me and the little one played and played and played..we had a playful life....never worked at all....no no no.absolutely not..
After dinner (that the girls cooked each night) (whenever our dad was home) while the girls had to do dishes me and my brother sat on dads lap and ate popcorn and watched tv...I think when those older ones got us out of eyesight of mom and dad ,,,we got our just dessert..

Ah yes,,,the growing up years...I remember a milk cow named Blondie that just about killed our dad when she died...but she was a good milk cow..I remember going out to the barn where the older brothers would be milking and say we want to try it...not knowing you just didnt pull on those tits ..you had to squeeze and pull and for little hands it was hard to get your fingers around those big cow tits....hearing the milk hit the tin bucket then becoming more quiet as the bucket got more and more milk in it.
and if a cat ventured near we would laugh and squeal as we squirted milk in the cats mouth to drink...
I remember days of playing in the barn loft..hiding from each other in the big bales of hay ...not thinking about all those nasty critters baled in the hay and yukky spiders and spider webs you ran into not to mention hoping you didnt run into any blacksnakes laying or hanging around anywhere..
yeah..life was great for us on the farm...I remember the gatherings on sundays ((possible saturday afternoons) when family from charleston would gather and we would have cookout or something similar..at which ..one time i remember my mom having a cow because it was in the middle of the summer and termites were crawling and flying around like crazy.and she was trying to keep everyone outside so they wouldnt see them..
I remember going with the older sisters at certain times when they decided we were good enough to tag along with them..now mind you there is only 4 years at the most between us girls ,,,yet the two oldest run by themselves...probably trying to scheme and plot on how they were going to get revenge on us two little ones that got by with almost anything....At the time when we were allowed to tag we would all wonder up the creek that ran along side the house into the main creek by the main road...anyways...up along side this creek we would go ..out of sight of the house and my sisters had found these little rock formations where pools of water would gather and they would be different levels...i remember them calling them the knee pool.foot pool and ankle pool,,evidently ,thats how high the water was in them...and we would sit and dangle our feet in them.There is not too many things i remember about younger years..we did have some good kiddy times..I remember in a yard with seven kids we had no grass until you got about 40 or 5o foot from the house...because our main games were marbles.
I remember digging three holes so far apart and a home hole or the one you went too last that sat farther apart..and i remember saying fudgy..whatever the hell that meant..and sometimes a circle was drawed and we had a shooter marble that we got to shoot at the marbles in the rings to knock them out..and then there was the horses we played with..my son still laughs at this one.Our horses were two stick clothespins stuck together and it made a horse.yep,,we had no dirt in our yard..a lot of homemade toys...I remember climbing the big tree that sat directly in front of our porch if we could hoist ourselves up to reach that always too tall branch...and that tree was use lots of times to crawl out a upper bedroom window and heave ourselves down to the ground from it....
I remember my dad loving animals..we had mules..cows..not too mention dogs and cats...I remember a dog named fuzzy...and nicky..my dog was named bernard...we all got a puppy when they were born..My brother liked the ducks...I remember a certain sister calling a chicken slug a bug..pet raccoons were named honey and sonny...they ran free after they were tamed and returned several summers ..then one summer they never came back...i remember crows with clipped wings..pets(maybe or maybe not) they were in cages.My dad would pick up ground hogs on the road on the way home from work and after he got those little mean devils tamed they would become pets.one time there was a litter born with no mother to raise them...they had no hair on their back ,,my mother was suppose to leave them by the stove with a cover to keep them warm..and one day the stove was fired up too hot and that was the last of them little ground hogs.,,One of us had a calf named april...I spent a lot of time with her but dont know at this time whose she was.and the pigs,,,,i loved the pigs .taking a corn cob and scratching their bellies and watching them fall over...but after the first year when i saw the pigs heads sitting in the creek at butchering time and the pigs turned into table food i wanted nothing to do with anything that was going to end up on the table and in our bellies.
I remember killing chickens...either wringing their necks or on a block of wood and someone held their legs and the one with the hatchet held their heads and soon they were flopping around on the ground only to end up on the table.the one with the hatchet was the beheader..i remember then chickens flopping for what seemed hours til they died..and one flopping under the house...there was a hole just big enough for a flopping chicken to accidentally flop thru and sure enough one chicken found it....It was bad enough to eat pickled pigs feet and pig ears plus cracklings ...but then again my dad never let anything go to waste...when the yellow feet were cut off the chicken they were boiled and we would skin them and eat the meat....sometimes i wonder whether that was real food or not to eat..do you think i would even pick up a pickled pigs foot or ears or chicken feet or mince meat and eat now....yuk,,,no way..we never had seafood when we grew up but i can eat more seafood now then domestic food...oh yes,,i forgot...we used to take the bladders or whatever the little blowed up things were in the chickens and play with them.....after they were killed....oh gross ,,on that one..
I remember a dinnerbell on a tall post and mom would ring that dinner bell that could be heard echoing around the hillsides when she wanted my dad and he wasnt close by.On one particular day it was when one of the dogs got fishhook caught in its mouth and had to be cut out.and perhaps it was used to be called for dinner..Isnt that what a dinner bell is for..I remember washing clothes and my mom would hang them on the barbwire fence when the lines were full and the cows would wander in from the meadows and eat our clothes on the line.Those clothes that had cow chewed holes in them would actually be in style now..really ..farm life had its pros and cons..
one of these blogs i will have to relate on our city life after we moved to town..that was a hoot to.
I remember eating popcorn on dads lap and watching several tv shows in particular..one was called Happy about a baby...one was Tate -a gunslinger show and im not sure about this one but i was thinking mr.ed--the horse was back at that time too..
My sister says our dad worked away from home most of the time on construction..I do remember our mom on saturday nights having us peel potatoes and she would fry skillet after skillet of potatoes ,,,we had to wait our turn and that was a long wait for us two little ones..sometimes it doesnt pay to be the youngest...I remember sunday dinners...that would chicken dinners ,,,and you guessed it..same chickens we butchered..I remember plucking those chickens..big buckets of boiling water and we dunked those chickens in it and the feathers would pull out so easy..till you got some quills that were stubborn and would break off..
I remember swimming in the big creek along with all the water snakes and all the other creatures that were in it..I'm amazed tht all seven of us survived the farm life...I mean ..ours wasnt exactly a docile ,placid life....You see..our dad liked his booze..and boy did we get some innocent whoopings from him when he came from town half or almost drunk...How he made it 14 miles from the town of ripley to our little home on little creek was beyond me....God must have been watching over him to get him home but not us cause then we got whipped....now sometimes i grant you ..we deserved some of them whippings but half the time we didnt ..I remember dad making us cut our own switches to be whipped with..OF COURSE we would cut the smallest ones we could find only to have our dad put two or three together or use a belt or some other kind of strap....Really ,,when our dad was sober ,you couldnt ask for a better dad....He played with us...I remember him hiding Easter eggs and at a small age our dad looked tall even though he was only 5ft 10 or so..He would hide the lucky egg under his hat and then you guessed it,,he would holler at us two younger ones and we would be the ones to find the lucky egg....us two playful ones..that did absolutley positively nothing...I remember our mom and dad sitting on the front porch and watching us kids play hide and seek...ahh..memories..Now ,,if you could hear the tales from all seven of us that would be fun and scary because we all remember different things. I remember the home brew my dad made ..in the cellar and how we would all go out and dip into it and see who could drink the stinking strong stuff..back then we could...I think my dad must have been drinking buddies with the local sheriff of the county because he never got arrested for drunk driving and if he did ..they didnt do nothing to him
I remember plugging the watermelons in the patch...Well they did it on tv and didnt get in trouble and knew how to find the ripe ones ,,well .let me tell you ,,that didnt work for us...we plugged them...put the little plug back in like a bunch of dummies..left them laying in the patch....dad come along..found the then rottening melons and we got our deserved ass whipping...Now some times we might have been justified in getting butt whipped and this might have been one of those times.BUTT (he he) not all the time..
I remember my dad ((THIS IS A CRUEL ONE)) putting the newborn kittens or puppies that he didnt keep in a burlap bag with a weight and tossing them off the bridge...and watching that sack sink and all the little air bubbles come up from the over abundance of live kittys at the time..Ahhh,,,one time not so smart...hole in the bag and the little kittys got out...another story..that would be animal cruelty in this day and age...for sure.and at least it wasnt us........in the bag.. I remember fishing off that same bridge and when the water was clear watching the fish swim under the bridge and the snakes and the frogs..all them critters.I also remember the floods from that same creek that would come up to the front porch of our house and we would always have an escape route in case it succeeded in coming ito the house in which case it never did.OF THAT I CAN REMEMBER..
I remember a certain cousin coming out that always had a mouth frothing toy that we would have liked to have had and how envious we were of him for being an only child and getting new and better toys...but then again he only had the toys.I also remember how his mom would holler at him all the time that he was going to get poison ivy.. We never got hollered at cause we were always outside playing....if we got poison ivy,,,tough shit...we had brothers and sisters that we could pick and choose to play with..at the time we never thought that...but i'm glad that it was ((not Me)) that had seven kids but our parents did cause we had play mates to pick and choose from..If one wouldnt let you play with them another would....OF COURSE I ALWAYS HAD THE BABY BROTHER ,,THAT DID THE SAME AS ME ...ABSOLUTELY NOTHING...WE PLAYED AND PLAYED AND PLAYED....country life had its ups and downs....but it never killed us..and i THINK we all came out sane..There is more tales from the darkside which will have to be told later on.

a few memories of growing up..soon to be forgotten when we are gone..new memories will be acknowleged thru our children which will be nothing like ours..or our parents....

4 year olds birthday

BIRTH and 4 years later.....amazing how they grow and change
their looks..dont we all ,I guess....

well...three little posts in one morning..a record for me....on to the 4 year olds party...remember ...our parties are not big ones but fun ones...

Of course its hard to have everyone together at one time..especially when theres a pool in the yard and everyones in it...so needless to say ..whoever wanted to swim ..swam and whoever wanted to be inside for the party was inside..of course the outside hot weather and getting to be in a pool that noone has at their house was a little too tempting...the four year iced her little cake and blew out the candle and of course she only ate the icing off the cake and her face showed it at times....

the 4 year old and her cake she decorated.

After the gifts were opened we wandered out side for our party game..No pinning the tail on the donkey or playing board games for these semi=hyper kids...those are too laid back so our game for everyone to get a present was hiding four of the same color eggs around the yard..everyone had their own color eggs to find so if they come across a color that wasnt theirs it was left their for the rightful looker to find..if the little ones couldnt find their four ..after the bigger ones found theirs they helped the little ones..dolls for the 4 year olds..video games for the middle ones and monster trucks for the oldest...alas..a toy for everyone to have..makes less boredom for them...and the birthday girl or boy gets the most of course..

babies ---how great

GR-NEPHEW,,TROY ANTHONY..A CUTIE

ONE YEAR OLD AND BIRTH PICTURE..

YEAH WEST VIRGINIA MOUNTAINEERS..

NOT MUCH ICING FOR LESS MESS BUT HE STILL DIDNT KNOW

WHETHER TO EAT OR PLAY WITH IT...HE NEVER DID EAT IT.

ok.....I'm tired of black posting so i will try red.....it is the day after the Sunday party...for the wee ones....We don't have big cakes made around here ..for one thing I'm not a cake maker or decorator so we do little cakes and cupcakes..sometimes they ice them ..sometimes not....the baby wouldn't have anything to do with his cake ...he must have thought with the candle on it ,it was a toy.....the itty bitty cupcakes he loved..just big enough for those itty bitty hands to hold...a few pics from yesterday of him....with the extra cupcake on his face.ok,,,i want to put a different blog on with the gr-babies pics.....so later later.

WOE IS ME

they look worse then they hurt.....................

WELL...its too late to turn back now or is it...??? I called my orthopedic Dr. this morning to inquire about surgery on this knee which I am not looking forward to but I guess its about time especially when i had to buy me a pair of crutches last week because i kept getting weak knee=ed.It still catches on me but I'm still not in a continuous pain which is strange to me...bad knee but doesn't pain a lot ..only when it catches.

I could have gotten in to surgery by the 25th of august but we have an estate auction coming up on the 29th that i have to help with and then labor day weekend which is our reunion so one week for a dr.appt...the next week for hospital pre-op((fun fun)) and the following week the 22nd is suppose to be the surgery date...so i have two months to get all my ducks in a row..and then school will be in so the 7 year old should be in school and back with his mom..ok..short post ...been a wild weekend here..had a small b-day party for the one year old and the 4 year old...and the last ones migrated out a little after 8 p.m.,,later

hollywood

MISS HOLLYWOOD....

alias madison......when she wore these glasses i would call her hollywood...and she would go right along with me....Thursday was the day we chose to go to the fair...The Wood county 4-h fair is held this week in July for as many years as my dementia brain will let me remember. .We had taken the boys to the Ripley 4th of july but the rain cancelled their riding out so we told them the next fair we were going so they could ride..We proceeded out to the fair and from a little after 7 to 11 the little ones rode to their hearts desire...I took the 3 year old with me and the 7 and 9 year old went with their gr-ma ...and i think i made the better decision in taking her ((((one instead of 2)))..So we rode and rode and rode some more...We visited the 4-h barns...and saw everything from quail to horses...The night we were there they were judging the cows..so we wandered here and there for 4 hours and looked at all there was to see..played a few games of bingo..(((for me))) and i let the little one play a grab the duck game and throwing balls in a bowl to win a prize...the prizes are so chitzy for the price of the games....a plastic necklace and a stuffed wee little duck were her winnings for the night...it was all in fun for her...we walked and walked and my knee and leg got weeker as the night went on...i had to finally take a break and for me it was to sit at the bingo table and play a few games...bingoing three times and winning a grand total of 5.25....i got rich that night....anyways Hollywood patiently sat and watched then we were ready to hit the trail again...she had to go to see the mud bogs and hear the trucks go v-room v-room....this is more of a tomboy then a princess..

deciding which ride to go on next.......

finally its the bewitching hour and time to leave...I was dragging and still am 2 days later...wish i had as much energy as these little ones do..

having some fun on the train...................and these goldilocks are the real thing..

ok..short post again but i have a full schedule tomorrow...having a little birthday party for the soon to be 4 year old and having the one year old a little cake...so i gotta get back to work.......see yall

im keeping my fingers crossed for an outdoors day tomorrow..especially since there is going to be 7 under 10 years old here tomorrow...oh that reminds me too much of my mom and us..she had 7 kids within 10 years...how she kept her sanity ,,,beats me....we must have been angels.

tonight is suppose to be a record low if it gets down to 52 like they say...oh my gosh...does this mean winter is coming early..tomorrow is suppose to be 75 by late afternoon..and today was a cool day...i kicked off the ac and put on a sweater in mid july.......ok....im outta here....

Mr. Green Jeans

I'm not.............Ahh,,the fruit of one's labor...In this case it is in the form of little round red tomatoes.....I just picked these last night...from my big garden...which consists of ..you got it...cherry tomatoes...it makes for putting in salads all summer long and just a few feet away from the kitchen...as a matter of fact i can look out the kitchen window and gaze down upon my little garden.....my itty bitty garden....I do have a few big

tomato plants but they seem to be lacking in growing ,,,oh well..shame on them..the little tomatoes are showing them up..

It is suppose to be a hot week here ,,in the 80's with no rain at all...we got rain at least three days last week so we can go a week without rain..all i get done is mowing the grass which seems to grow 4 inches after it gets watered...oh well...I'd rather have the rain off and on every other week then to be scorching hot like the weather has been in la..

ok...not much happening on the 4th around here..we took the two boys to Ripley wva to the 4th and it rained all the time we were there so they didnt ride...we will be taking them to the fair next week so they can ride...it always either is wet on fair days or too hot to move around.....we'll see.

Tomorrow we are suppose to get together and go to the cemetery to put flowers on the graves...meeting at 10 to visit then going to the graves..Such sad occasions ..there has been too many funerals to deal with this month and this year..

The man in the house's mom died a little over two weeks ago so I have been helping his sister clean out the house she lived in...sorting and pitching.....well...the way i think about that is...I may have a bunch of shit but whoever goes through it will only have to do it once..After all..how many times can you die..It's amazing what one keeps....and I'm the biggest pack rat there is....yep,,I am...if you can reuse it ,,,its kept..of course,,i don't have any rare and priceless items worth millions...just a bunch of moose,,pigs and porcelain dolls...thats why i dont have to worry about being robbed...nothing in this house of any value...enough said.

My gr-babies were down this weekend...I dont get to see them every weekend...My son is on a job that is 7-10's so theres no time for him to do anything...he was off the weekend so he did make it down sunday...My girls...as different as two peas in a pod...One of these days maybe I will see them a lot more then i do but for the time being,,its out of their control.....in 9 years the oldest will be driving...and hopefully i will be around to go for that first drive with her....we'll see.The little one will be 4 in a couple weeks....They bought their Christmas list down a few weeks ago...hate to even think about Christmas right now..so I wont.

The almost soon to be 4 year old...loves those iced cookies......

ok,,,i need to jump off of here...got a zillion things to do and i'm not getting anything done on here...later....