What a world, what a world...

I know all of you have wondered what the heck I've been doing, since I have obviously not been blogging.

Well, gather round the kitchen table (it seats five, that should be plenty) and I'll let you in on what my life has been like since my last blog.

It's got more stuff than you'll find anywhere outside of a soap opera. Some of you men will say it's pay back for my last blog, but Husband still loves me, so there.

First, there was a two day killer attempt to find a "new" car for our household. Daughter has a job now (gasp) and we are in dire need of one more vehicle. She'll be paying this time, which is kinda nice.

Then there was our ladies church meeting, which I barely remember I was so tired.

Then, there was THE BEANS.  Them beans was without a doubt, the sorriest beans that ever beaned. Mother took some, her friend took some (she threatened to throw them in the creek) and we took the rest. I was worried about canning them, but turns out they were so tough it wasn't an issue. After ditching many of them, we had enough left for about three big messes. And this time, it really was a mess.

After the beans, there was Sunday, and I ain't got time to blog on Sunday. I'm too busy restin'. And going to church to teach and be taught. And visiting Mother.

Yesterday morning was a hair appointment. By the time I got home, ate, and began a short rest, our electricity went out. This was yesterday at 3:45 p.m. It came back on today at 4:15 p.m.  That's right, ladies and gentlemen 24 and one half hours without air conditioning. We  have a generator, which gives us the refrigerator, lights in the kitchen and two outlets, and it also runs our water pump. So we can survive. But who wants to without air conditioning in Georgia in August, pray tell?

I am trying to recover, but I swan, I nearly had a case of the vapors.

Maybe I'll feel better when the pizza gets here.

Rambling Prose

Just a few random thoughts:

If we have our own homes in Heaven, on the New Earth, I wonder what mine will look like. I love my little house now. Of course, if I'd had more money, it would have been bigger, but the changes would not have been huge.

I guess I would like the same house, only clean all the time.

We got babies! The Eastern Blue Birds  have finally busted from their shells, and are chirping like mad. It's keeping Mama and Papa very, very busy. They look exhausted.

My mother is reading my book, "Out on a Limb of the Family Tree" again. I was flattered. But then she told me she'd run out of anything else to read...

I got a perm today. My 'real' hair is so straight you could plumb a house with it. It is also very fine. So without  a perm it sticks to my head like a cap. If you are Daughter's age, that's attractive. If you are my age, it is sad.

So right now I look like a demented fuzzball and smell strange and damp. But it will get better, I promise.(I hear you ask, well, how could it get any worse? I know, right?)

Why is some joker calling me two or three times a day, letting it ring three times and hanging up? If you answer before then, there is no one there. The caller i.d. says, "Out of Area". Duh. I figure it's a computer calling me, raising prank phone calls to a new height. But if it just happens to be you, knock it off, will ya?

Two of my favorite authors are Stephen King and Jodi Picoult. Both of them have made a grave error, though. I've gone on their websites and let them know, too. I'm sure they were overwhelmed with thankfulness. Both of them have had southern characters in a book, and both of those characters have said something to the effect of, "Ya'll just don't understand." Now this is said when it is a one on one conversation. Makes me grit my teeth. I explained very politely that the word ya'll (or y'all) is used only when speaking to two or more, not when addressing one person.

I bet I get a thank you note from both of them. ADDED NOTE: Jodi Picoult did respond to me. She said she didn't do her due diligent research on Southern speak. I thanked her for responding. I appreciate it!
But you'd think with all the money they spend on researching their books - nuclear physics, courtroom scenes, aliens, hospital procedures, etc., they could spend a quarter and call somebody down here and ask a simple question.

I would never attempt to have a character from New Jersey or Maine or any Yankee place in one of my books without an OFFICIAL consultant.

Sunday I was sitting in church and crossed my legs. I noticed the sole of  my shoe didn't look like the shoes I thought I had on. I put my foot back down on the floor, slid off my shoe....and discovered I had on my bedroom shoes. Now, to give me credit, they look like dockers on top. And that's the shoes I thought I had on. Funny thing is, as I was looking at my shoes, I noticed Husband's feet. His socks were not only different colors, they were each a different pattern.

Well, I guess that's all for now. The phone is ringing. I'm sure it's Out of Area again.

Stop it, okay?