Big Red Truck

An old joke: A woman called 911 and told the dispatcher she needed the fired department to come because there was a fire. The dispatcher asked her where the fire was at and she said in my kitchen.  Ok what is the location of the fire? The lady says I told you! In my kitchen. … [Read more…]

As the Ghetto Flows

It has been an interesting, never a dull moment past few weeks around here. Living in what I now make no apologies for calling “in the ghetto” has proven to test everyone’s limit. Perhaps I have mentioned before that of the 83 townhouses here one jerk, known as the “slum lord of SP” owns ten … [Read more…]

Kiddo has Left the Farm

Well all the computers are up and running again. Thankfully not running to a place where peeps remember to use them and blog. Kiddo made it here, scrapped wall paper off, painted, and fixed a few things. He left to go back to Nevada this morning.  Sorry I did not post that he had made … [Read more…]

Ok I am Nervous

Billy and Trish’s eldest (17 ) – geez this is scary – is driving here tomorrow! Yikes! His first long solo driving trip. His mom is a nervous wreck, his aunties here are stressing, the only ones not stressing or nervous about this seems to be he and his father.  Well, I suspect his father … [Read more…]