I'll be thinking about you......hope the shine makes you shine - tomorrow!
C'mon, Sears...you can do it....think about that little engine...the one who kept saying "I think I can, I think I can." Oh, wait.....didn't he run into a coal train on his way down from that big hill? Maybe it would better if you just thought about something else. Pulling for ya!
Your dad may have given you a whooping a time or two, but he gave you something else too. A strong sense of right and wrong, a sincere lesson in honesty, and a heart full of memories. Let's hear it for Dads!Lol, "hand to butt communication"! Yes, one of the most memorable spanking related lessons my Daddy ever taught me was the time he DIDN'T tan my hide with his belt...
Daddy was a Kentucky hillbilly; born in a cabin up a holler, no electricity or running water, only ate what they grew or killed. He was handsome and charming, with the ability to make a little girl feel like the most special and loved child ever. With an adult's perspective this tremendously biased Daddy's girl can admit that he was also a volatile brawler at times and a hard drinker...that kind of went with the culture and the times. He also had a rock solid moral code (though, like most hillbillies, he excersized a sort of "moral relativism"). In keeping with his morality, you knew he meant business when he did let you know you were headed for trouble with your behavior.
I can actually only think of one time that I earned his belt, but there were two spankings that time...one for whatever the first offense was, I don't recall, the second was for trying to run away from my rightful punishment of the first one. My father had been a coal miner, a crop duster in an open bi-plane, and a smoker; his lungs were shot by the time I could remember and, in my six year old wisdom, I figured I could outrun him.
The time he didn't spank me was when I did a large plumber's bill worth of damage throughout the house. I had just learned how to fold paper ships and I made and "sank" fleets in the toilets. When one fleet of ships would start to get waterlogged, it seemed logical to create a devestating storm by flushing.
Daddy got home from work and lined us kids up in descending order to question us about the plumbing. Of course, my brother and two sisters knew it was my fault and were gloating and smirking in anticipation of seeing me "get it". I spoiled their fun when I confessed immediately and apologized. Well, Daddy pulled me on his lap and told me how proud he was of me for telling the truth even though I knew I'd be punished. He said he wanted me to always remember how important it is to tell the truth so, he was going to reward the truth by not whipping me
Okay, back to catching up on all of you amazing ladies on this thread...
I'm just like everyone else on the Porch, wishing you the best of everything in your new home. Well, 'cept for the fact that you're leaving Wyoming. I almost feel like I'm losing a neighbor, but this is such a wonderful change for you!OK - missed 5 days due to hubby being here and packing a big U-Haul full of stuff to take to Wisconsin. It took me only a day and a half to catch up ...
Now I have to go and clean the house - more straighten it up, I don't have time to do too much cleaning. There is a possibility of someone coming to look at our house tomorrow afternoon. I hope they like it and I can move to Wisconsin real soon.
Things are looking real good and progressing nicely for the purchase of the home in Wisconsin: all the inspections passed and the survey is being done. It won't be long before we have two mortgages ...
Gotta get this house sold quick.
There are three other houses in the neighborhood that are on the market. Not sure what to think on that. Four house listings may mean more people would be willing to come out to look, but it also means competition. One other house has the same realtor as us, he is holding both of our open houses on the same day. I would like it better if he would have them on separate days, it seems like it would be twice the exposure that way.
Welcome to the newbies, prayers sent out for those in need, feel better you sicko's and there is a hot peach cobbler on the table in the corner.
You are a good person. Too many folks get more concerned about showing up for something and too little concern for what they're bringing in with them. Rest up - in a few days you'll be back to your old self!
Well, got almost all of the priming done today. Still have the wall where the nest boxes will be, but since the opening isn't even cut out yet I didn't have to prime that spot, which just leaves the area around them, below and above them and around the window. Hooray for me! I could have had it all done but I ran out of primer - did everything but lick the can and still couldn't get enough out, so when Ken got home from Sheridan this evening he said we'd go pick some more up and he'd take me to dinner for working so hard while he was gone. Proud Cut, here I come, with my eating clothes on! Then I'll finish up with the priming while he cuts and makes the pop door, then we'll both do the painting. Old legs - and especially this dysfunctional hip - don't want to work that hard! I think my ladder time is OVER! I was thinking about that man from Walmart yesterday....wonder what he'd say to me if he saw me getting up and down a ladder when I'm supposed to be handicapped. LOL Still on track to get the girls (and Charlie) out in the coop on Tuesday, and at this point I don't even care that the forecast is for snow! I'll put the heat lamp in and call it good!
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