Well, it sho nuff is nice to be on the porch today even ifn its a lil bit cold. That won't be a problem, I got lots of covers and quilts, plenty of hot drinks and pastries.

The porch is where all us that had to move from the ole neighborhood meet to just sit back and listen to a story or two. I sho been mighty tested this week...Lord knows he is tired of hearing from me. lol

Bout a year ago my father's wife bought a truck she couldn't make payments on...so my DH took over the payments. She decided she wanted the truck back, she came Sat and got it...her excuse was the payments needed to be mailed by the 5th. In her world...I needed to drive 60 miles to get them to her rather than her have the bills sent to us. Anyhoo he is now out over 4000.00 and his work truck...and I sho nuff was ready to strangle this woman and pour my bestest home made syrup on her and tie her to a post in fire ants.

I even asked the ole neighborhood to pray mighty hard cause like I said the good Lord was tired of hearing from me I asked forgiveness sooo much. I guess I have calmed down a bit now. Sometimes it is mighty hard to forgive when you know that person has stabbed you so bad ya look like a fountain when ya drink water, but all in all, its best if ya can forgive. If ya don't find a way to forgive and ya just keep being angry, it'll just eat at ya and there won't be a nickel's worth of peace fer ya. It ain't easy, nope not one bit...cause I know, she gonna want me to go to Alabama with her in Feb.

I just can't go...she did wrong and I have no trust where she is concerned...and I can't accept her mental condition as an excuse. I might could, if she had kept the truck...she gave it to her son, so that when her grandson turns 16 in a couple of months he will have a truck to drive.

Forgiveness ain't easy...but it still is forgiveness...you kids get that?

Now who wants what fer breakfast...and don't be worryin none bout where to sit...Always room on Momma's porch always has been!

Momma, I'm so sorry she did that to you - but rest assured she'll have to answer to a higher power than me or you. And she will pay - maybe not in our time but she will ultimately pay. Just keep rememberin' that.

Oh, and for breakfast I'll have pecan waffles with maple syrup and hot coffee!! And if you don't have that just coffee will be fine.

Here ya go honey...careful with that coffee...well, I see some of the other kids crawlin out from under the covers...

Hey Momma, for breakfast I would like a chocolate bar and a can of Pepsi!

My lil candy...I always keep Pepsi just for you...and plenty of chocolate...the good kind.

I have missed you...I noticed you cleaned your room all nice and tidy!

Momma you are right it sure is hard to forgive as you stand there with the knife still in your back but as always you are also correct! BTW Ol Rusty still chasin your skirt? AND her rooms always clean cause she pays me to do it!

Momma?

thum's up on the soyrup part, but mebbe a no-go on da fire ants?

gotta tell ya, yer fav'rit niece lil Kay2 got inter a nasty nest a dem critters, back in Nahvemba.

an' I end' up inna 'ospital, wit' han's an' fingies all swole up, an'lookin' like-unto sausages, itchin' like crazy-mad, and near to sufferin' the onset of deeeeelirium!

I wooodn't wish that onta mah wors' enemy, and I is beggin' ya ta reconsider

les' thunk up somethin' bettah, 'k?

oh, an' Twink? I dun brawt a nifty portyble porch swingie-thingie, wit' its own awnin'

an' a big ol' pile uv lawn chayers.

can somebody pass the jug o' hot spiced cider, please?

Well, I am sure you didn't deserve to get in a mess of fire ants...still I ain't quite so sure bout her. lol

I tried to download my old avatar from the ole neighborhood...it ain't there so I got to go find me a new one.

I an sho I will hear bout this from the kids...they sho nuff loved that old one.

yew may well be rite, Momma.

sorry 'bout mah preesumpshisness.

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gotta admit, (iffun I'm hones' wif myownself) there IS sumbuddy in mah life who surely be needin' the ol' fire ant treatmen'

an I shore dun seem ter be able to dredge up no fergiveness for dis man.

he done got a predyliction of bad behavyer towar's younguns.

tell ya what, I'll help lure your'n to da stake, and an yew reel in that spawn-a-Satan fer me, an' we'll bot' roast marshmellers, and lissen to 'em squeak all nigh'

sorta like Throw Momma From Da Train, 'ceptin it'll be Toss Momma's Ennermies?

so, ya up for da Criss-Cross ??

* pushing my way through the crowd and plopping on Momma's lap*

NOW< all is right w/the world!!