I know it seems like I’ve disappeared, but I’m still here. I haven’t wrote in over a week because I had a project.
No not Lou’s room (although I might have hopped on the crazy train there, pushed the engineer off and headed full blast to Crazy Town…Toot, Toot!! There will be pictures posted of it I promise but I can’t now because I made my youngest son, and my ginger kid dig a hole.)
I have some old cement fence posts from our family homestead, which unlike the whore’s trailer park “homestead” has been in our family for almost 100 years. It had a fence around it from the 50’s and 60’s that were awesome. They were handmade and labeled with dates and holidays etched in the stone. My father-in-law decided to take them out (they were leaning and not straight anymore). Problem was he was going to take the posts to the dump.
I don’t believe in throwing history out the window because its not perfect anymore. I think you respect history and honor it…I will not go into a marriage vent, or relationship ramble today. So I made my boys and husband load up my flagged posts, I might have went flag happy and saved 20+.
You’re asking “Kelly what are you going to do with 6ft, 150ish pound concrete posts?” I’m going to put them in my flower beds, line a path to my pond, make a flipping bird feeder, maybe a path with them…because anything which weathers storms, time and cows? It has a place in my heart.
So what does this have to do with you not writing for a week? I might have told my boys to dig a hole where our Internet comes in at. They might have cut it in half. It will be fixed, I was told last week, no later than 7:00 p.m. on July 8.
I’m typing this on my iPhone, I hate blogging on this thing. So I will “see” you all tomorrow.