Toothless Wonder

Well sis, here I go again, I changed my picture of Bailee to one of the golf cart at the Chicken Festival Parade in the big town of Sebree. Thats Morgan and Collin, riding with me, and if you can zoom in close enough to my face, you can see I am smiling with a full set of teeth, look close, they are there. Its a shame that I left my camera down at the lake or I would take a new one to post for you. I can eat an ear of corn through a picket fence. I broke the crown on the front tooth. and it cant be put back on, except by me and 14 bottles of super glue. The dentist took impressions and is waiting to get it back from the lab, mean while I am a prisoner in my house. I havent been out in public unless I get positioned just right and glued it long enough to to last for an hour or two, I am afraid to talk to anyone that it will pop out in their face. Mom says "Dont be stupid Kathy Lee, you dont notice it when you your mouth is closed". Like she would go out without her dentures in. She wont go to the IGA without her matching beads and earrings on. She is happy now because she knows where I am 24/7. Hopefully the dentist will call soon, and I can quit whistling Dixie when I open my mouth.

And another thing thats wrong, I watched Greys tonight, the old man that was diagnosed with the Hydrocephalus, I got so excited, then ticked, I coulda had McDreamy. Oh to have awaken from surgery with him looking down at me. U think? He came out of surgery with the shunt in the back and a full head of hair and cured, he was going back to teaching. I came out with a Mohawk hair cut, a 2 inch plastic pipe in my temple and running down the side of my head into my stomach, never saw the friggin Dr. and I have CRS disease. Geeze just my luck. Sneeze ya later gator, I did like the post of your golfing partner.

The Fruits of My Labor

Being just a plain ole country girl, and so much like my mother, I cant let anything go to waste. An old friend of mine put 4- 5 gallon containers of Roma tomatoes on my porch, which I worked like a beaver to "work up". Yesterday was really productive. I made 30 pints of Salsa and 10 pints of ripe sweet ketsup that goes wonderful with the pot of beans I prepared also. Today is the same thing, my house smells like Taco Bell, except for the hot pepper smell that burns your nose and eyes. I canned 10 pints of hot pepper jelly that my husband has consumed half of them poured over a block of cream cheese, he says pure heaven, and needless to say the small grocery in town laugh when I come through the line with a cart full of cream cheese and crackers, he also has diabetes, and is wondering why his vision has been blurred all week, I wouldn't know.

This reminds me of a funny thing, about 4 years ago when these twin boys from town that raised tomatoes in the summer for their college money, they both had scholarships for football but used the cash for spending money, great kids, I think one is in prison for theft and the other has about 5 kids and lives in a trailer down by the Green River, but other than that, good kids. After the harvesting season, they brought a pickup lad of tomatoes to me. I worked hard all week, canned over 100 cans of juice and about that many of salsa and stewed tomatoes. Didn't let any go to waste. After the week was over my husband decided to take me to the lake for the weekend to rest and re coop. The whole weekend away my cell phone rang with numbers I didn't know, so by not answering when it rang if filled fast with messages. After returning on Sunday night after dark, I decided to listen to the messages, all were people in town wanting to know if I wanted more tomatoes. I remarked to Tim "are they nuts" I don't want to ever see another tomato.

I awoke the next morning and went to the mailbox to get my paper. There in my front yard was a big sign stuck in the very front. " WANTED TOMATOES TO CAN" with my cell phone number underneath. It was the laugh of the town. We have drinking buddies that went to the Eagles Nest on Saturday night, got looped and thought it would be funny to send me some more.

It is always hard work trying to come up with one better. That is another project I will work on for this week.

Family Reunions and such

Labor "Days" have come and gone, totally zapped, but all went well, except for the fueds between husbands and wives, brothers and sisters and next door neighbors over the least little things. I would contribute that to to much closeness and too much alcohol that was consumed that week end. Tim {my other half} is 6'5" and weighs in at 300 was the ref in most of the conflicts, we didnt have one in our conflict other than the tears that streamed down my face when we had our words, and that always stops him dead in his tracks as it did that day, we women have a way with emotions. So it was on to the next blow out this past week end.

For those of you that dont know the location and lay out of Kentucky, the eastern half of the state, although it is beautiful but mostly mountains. That is where my husbands family is from.
I have been informed that he has 2 acres of land that he inherited that is somewhere on the side of one of those Vallie's, that if you drop a walnut at the top of his property line it would never quit rolling, I have never seen it, but I think he plans to retire there, he said we didnt need a sewer system, wonder why. We have been married for 16 years and this past week end was the Bowling family reunion which is always the weekend after Labor Day. This was my first to attend, he never wanted to go until this year when he found out that he had a long lost cousin, {UncleLevi's and Aunt Sarahs} grandson would be coming in, along with other members of his family I had never met. They were all amazing and too funny especially after breaking out the"moon shine" from behind the bar, I didnt have the gonads to sip it but just running it under my nose removed all facial hair and was an instant fire ball to my nostrils. Thanks, I will stick to Coors Light and an occasional glass of wine. But fun was had by all. We played washers and washer boards and a game called corn hole, the name is enough to turn you off but it is played by throwing bags of corn into holes on a long numbered board. "Whew" I was relieved to know what I was about to play after committing to be a partner.

The food and booze was plentiful and great,along with the host and hostess. I had made 10 pounds of German pot. salad which some had never heard of but ate with great gusto. after being there all day we decided to go home at 8:30, retrieving my dish with little remains of my salad I was informed that there were more coming and they would be there till the wee hours of the morning, meaning "leave your dish". There were people there that had the last name but were not related, it didnt matter they were all welcome and the kissing est bunch of people I had ever met. I have never swapped so much sugar and saliva in my life, from 90 year olds down to a 4 day old baby. Needless to say at 2:30 am I woke up with the stomach virus that kept me home from church and in bed most of the day, I cant look at a bite of food or water yet with out a trip to the john. So much for family reunions, dont think I will go back for 16 more years.

Hard at work, "Labor Day"

Or hardly working.

After trying to find a decent pic to post, I had to rely on my dog to be the only one to post. Char has posted this one before. This is my Shorkie "Bailee". she is a babydoll, and will be a year old Oct 3rd.

Unlike my sister Char, I am without talent. She writes poems, takes pictures, creative, crafty, great taste, just a regular freaking Martha Stewart. But she is too sweet, just hate that she is a thousand miles away. We used to meet on Yahoo every night to play Scrabble but now that she has gotten older and needs her beauty sleep, she goes to bed early, now I have to find other things to keep me occupied.

We have several things in common, smoking, drinking and cursing, which we did not get from out Mother. She is the next thing to Mother Theresa.

Labor Day in Kentucky is a long holiday, involving the last week end of open pools and boating, the temp is already dropping as is the leaves, the color will be beautiful this year. Maybe I can get some pictures to share. We will have our last hoo-rah at our place on Barkley Lake, BBQ, kids and grandkids, friends and relatives. I do most of the cooking along with my husband Tim, master of the smoker. If you have never had his smoked Boston Butts, ribs and chicken, you have not had real BBQ. I shucked and silked 100 ears of corn, cleaned 5 pounds of mushrooms, peeled carrots and new potatoes, onions and celery for out Crab Boil. Shrimp and Sausage. It is always a hit with everyone. makes my mouth water already. I just hope that I have some energy to visit with guests. I would think that is why they call it Labor Day, should be "Days: because I have toiled for 3 days now just to get ready for 3 more days of hard labor, it will take me 3 days after just to rest up.

Better quit for now, very new at this, hope it is readable. Sneeze ya later, Twisted Sister