Bad Blogger

I apologize for being such a bad blogger.
There is so much to tell, so little time. So here are the guts, and I'll try to elaborate when I have more time.
1. Ma Ma came home last week and is doing well in her own surroundings. Keep praying though for full recovery and restoration for Aunt Emily and her caretakers.
2. Abbie's grandmother is home from the hospital as well, and doing quite well. Although she would rather be in her own home, she is staying with Wilbur and back to her spunky self. Still a long way until fully healed so keep praying
3. Jim and Abbie's water main broke and their house flooded. We're having a really long slumber party at my house! The kids are doing fine, although any change is hard. We love having them here and enjoy the baked goods that Abbie miraculously has time to make... Please pray for her sanity as she tries to manage two small children (a teething baby and temper tantrum two year old) in a small space that is not her own (although I've reiterated, whats mine is hers and vice versa...)
4. NEVER go fishing without a paddle...more to follow...
5. Kris is taking the drug for his MS: took it again today and is sleeping it off. Keep him in your prayers too.

OK! I did it! Of course there is much detail behind each important bulletin, but there you have it. I have been checking blogs and appreciate the Benjamin updates and even get to read some about Letisha's kids. Sometimes I head over to Laura's just to get all choked up by listening to the music and farm stories...
Oh, and my stress reliever has been MSN games Suduko and Jigsaw puzzles! I'm so addicted.

Now, for a true story: names have been changed to protect the innocent. Never go fishing without a paddle. We all know this, and yet how often do we actually need that paddle...
It all began last Saturday. My husband and I had planned a romantic trip to Charleston but our plans changed at the last minute and we decided to go fishing at Family Leech-Aligator-Snake Mill instead. So we called my Dad who said he'd leave the john boat out for us. We arrived to find a rickety old boat without life jackets, ancor, paddle, or registration, but we figured since it was private property... (would have been a $500 fine)
So we get to the pond and have a bit of trouble unloading the boat, and I keep looking for a paddle. Mr. Flower says I'm obsessing and to hurry up, so I agree and we go fishing. By the way: the puppy has her life jacket...we have our priorities you know.
SO hubby fishes and I lie in the boat with the puppy and read a book, a real live hard backed book (crime novel I'll never finish) After a few chapters, maybe at most an hour, Mr. Flower says: Honey, do you have your cell phone? The battery to the trolling motor we was almost dead. We were in the furthest swamp away from the edges and agaist the current. Although the weather was nice, the water was COLD. "We" decided to try to make it to one of the sides, but ended up further in the center of the pond and then the battery really died. Kaput. So I layed on the bow of the boat and paddled with my arms for at least on hour: less than one centimeter per 10 strokes, but we made it to the side. I climbed out of the boat and stepping in swamp quick sand. My audience whined and tried to be supportive (Hurry up already) while I looked for any kind of branch/stick/paddle. I found one good branch and a few other rotton ones and made my way back to the boat: singing for snakes and aligators to go away to the tune of rain rain go away. Once perched precariously back on the boat (did I mention that it was abnormally small and tipsy?) we tried to paddle with sticks but they all broke but one (mine). I was thrilled that the new pace was 1 centimeter per stroke, and after another hour we made it to Uncle Chuckie's landing. There we spotted a real live paddle. I ran and asked for permission and received the obvious: Never get in a boat without a paddle Dr. Rose...hehehe. I know already. But at least the dog had her life jacket.
Since my arms were jelly, Hubbie paddled us back to safety and we even made it home before dark.
If only we had a video of me rowing the boat with my arms we could win some money! Who says romance dies after 10 years...So, never ever, under any circumstances go boating without a back up paddle.
The End.