Link Of The Week

I know I am not alone when I say that all of the drama, arguing and finger-pointing going on for the past few weeks over the national debt has absolutely worn me out.  In fact, anything that I hear from Capitol Hill wears me out.  If it wears us out just listening to what's going on, I can't imagine how much it wears out our Congressmen and Representatives.  A couple of weeks ago, I emailed my Reprensentative and voiced my opinions on a few topics, urging him to listen to us - the people that put him in office.  You can do the same.  Just visit https://writerep.house.gov/writerep/welcome.shtml.  Just enter your state and zip code and you will find who represents you and where you can email or write to them.  Good luck, and voice your opinion.

GPS Update

I'm very happy to report that the GPS has been found.  Repeat: the GPS has been found. I'm going to hang it on a little hook on a bookcase in the family room where we will hopefully remember where it is located.

Flashback Friday Interruptus

We interrupt Flashback Friday to bring you news from The Compound. The 'Rents have me working in the kitchen preparing two bushels of homegrown corn to freeze, leaving me unable to type more than a few sentences right now.  They were out in the garden early this morning before the heat index reached 110 degrees and picked two bushels of corn.  They had some machinery/apparatus rigged up outside and boiled the corn, and now we're all in various stages of cutting it off of the cob, bagging it, and freezing it.  I'm hearing my name being summoned from the kitchen so I've got to go.  I'll keep you posted.

Real Farmtown Update

It's time for another real Farmtown update, faithful readers.  As of today, our totals are:

Green beans -- 57 quarts canned
Banana peppers - 4 pints canned
Collard greens - 6 quarts frozen
Yellow squash - 6 quarts frozen
Salsa - 12 pints canned
Tomatoes - 7 quarts canned

I Need A GPS To Find My GPS

If you know anything about me at all, then you know I lose things.  Frequently.  Actually, it happens to all three of us here at The Compound.  It's simply because we just have too much stuff. It's not like we're hoarders or anything like that - our home isn 't cluttered; it's just that we put something down and forget where we put it.

Case in point today, my Garmin GPS.  The last time I used it was the first of June.  After that trip, I have no idea where it it.  I wish I could activate something on it to send out a beam like the Bat signal to show me where it is, or to have it make a noise like you can do on cordless phones when you lose them.  But alas, I can't.  It's not in any of the family's fleet of vehicles (where it should be, I might add) so I can only guess that it's in the house somewhere.  I'm too tired to look anymore tonight so I'll continue the search tomorrow.  As always, I'll keep you posted.

Happy Life Day To Me

Another year has gone by, and I'm wishing myself another Happy Life Day.  In case you don't remember, or are a new faithful reader, on this day back in 1992, I was in a pretty bad car accident, and the surgeons thought that I might be able to have full use of my right foot again.  Well, me and the Lord proved them wrong.  So, every year on this day, I celebrate life - how the Lord protected me and healed me to keep me here to make a difference.  And today, I'm celebrating extra on Life Day. I'm declaring that I'm going to start working on my next phase in my life -- church security consulting. 

If you know anything about me at all, you already know that this is something that I am very passionate and excited about. And it's something I dedicated two and a half years of my life to in getting a Master's Degree in Security Management. So I'm going to put that degree and my knowledge to good use and make a difference.

Something You Don't Hear Every Day

I was at a local neighborhood gathering tonight (note: the event would take up a whole separate journal entry) and heard something from a little boy that appeared to be 6 or 7.  At first I laughed, but then I was disgusted and ashamed. But still, I feel compelled to report it.

Background: The little boy had a second thing of cotton candy this evening.  He was walking behind my chair and said, and I quote:

"At least that mother-F-er gave me more than on the first one." 

Hand to heaven, the little boy said that.