Tall Tales

Well isa just have to tell you the story about my granny. Now my granny aint no crow you wanna pick with. She is a nice lady, it's just she likes to mind her own business. Well one day she was doing just that and minding her own business taking a little stroll in her back yard. Now her back yard is her little cubby hole...why there is everything back ar, even the least expected. I never suspected that she'd see what she saw, why it being such a quiet little spot and all, but she did and from what I hear it was quit big.....

It all started when my granny decided she'd go out to her bird feeder and check to see if the poor little birds needed some more food. She never once thought that she might be the food for something else, she just walked right on out there in the yard...well she got to about the little bush on the corner of her porch when she heard a little something, but she paid it no mind. Just keep in mind, my granny is a brave little ol' woman, and she walked on out a little further not looking ahead....why she walked right up to it, almost stepped on his foot!

Ahhh, you should seen her, I never seen such a brave woman hurry so fast to get back inside, why she jumped clean over the porch rail and scurried on in the house, she didn't even go around to where the steps where, she prolly wouldn't have made it anyhow, her being so scared and all....She rushed to my grandpa, which by the way was taking a nap and she started screaming at him, but he was mighty deaf so he didn't pay her any attention...why he coulda slept through the whole thing if sheda hadn't took that shotgun and fired it, why she shot a hole plum through the roof. My grandpa jumped to his feet screaming "WOMAN, what in jusifer are you doing with a rifle"??? My granny tried explainin' but my grandpa just laughed. My granny's still mad to this day and sometimes she still says to my grandpa "you'da let that bear eat me, caus you woulda been asleep".

Well that sorta reminds me of the time when I thought I was bigger than my britches. I was about 7 or 8, and thought I knew everything. I never was much into girly things, like dolls and those funny misshaped barbies. I was more into the great outdoors and fishing, oh and I loved to go camping. My daddy always took me and we'd go fishing on the river at night, well I got to thinking one night while my daddy was asleep.... I could take the boat out by myself... I was big enough...and besides he'd never know. So off I went, but first of all I had to ''sneak'' out of the tent. It was nothing really, I mean I might have accidently stepped on a little something that my daddy needed in order to have any more kids, but I swear if I wouldn't have done that, I would have gotten to go fishing all by myself.

Ohh but then there is the time when me and my friend Jessie went fishing. She wasn't much into the whole idea, but I drug her along hoping she'd get into it so id have me a fishing buddy, but I really don't think she wants to go back, but all the more fish for me to catch right?....Ohh yea, getting back to my story.... I decided I would take Jessie with me to the annual fishing tournament held down in Speedwell. It took me a while to find an extra fishing pole, but I found one...oh did I find one... It was my pole from when I was little, it was bright orange. I loved that pole, but sense she was my best friend, I could lend it to her. We finally got there and we found us a spot to fish, and from the looks Jessie was giving me, I assumed she had never been fishing before, but she assured me that she had, so I let her take care of putting on the bait by herself. We were using that orange trout bait that comes in those really cool jars...Well she put the bait on her hook, and seemed to have done a good job, so I let her be so she could cast and I walked down the creek a little ways from her....Well, I had just enough time to bait my hook and cast when I looked up at Jessie and she was hollering and making such a fuss, yelling about how there was a snake in the creek! So up the river I started after her, but as I was almost to her to take a look, she changed her story and said it was just her bait that it had somehow stretched out to be the length of a snake....Now IM pretty sure most of ya'll are confused, well so was I! I couldn't figure out how that was possible, mostly because the bait was orange...So I decided to take a look at this soo called stretched out bait for myself, so I laid my pole down once again and started walking up the river towards her....when I look up and notice that she is holding this tiny little pole in her hands...and I know that I had that pole when I was a kid, but I also know it wasn't that short...and as I got closer I realized that her snake/stretched out bait was actually the other half of my bright orange fishing pole...Turns out the poor girl cant fish, nothing to be ashamed of, only thing is I need a new buddy to go fishing with now.

Redman, Coffee, and Oatmeal Pies

Everytime I close my eyes,
I can see you and your oatmeal pies.
You loved them with your morning, mid-day, and evening coffee.
You would eat them while watching Obama, Osama, and Moammar Gadhafi.
CNN, was your favorite station to get the news,
And in the winter, you'd be eating one of Maw's famous stews.
The holidays wont ever be the same,
But I'll always remember you and I watching John Wayne.
You never once called me Sheena, it was always simply ''Bug''
And one thing you taught me was to eat my grits and never drink straight outta the buttermilk jug.
And even though, I liked neither, I never complained
because you taught me that too, and you could always keep me entertained.
You told the best childhood stories and hunting tales.
You was one of the greatest hunters I knew and taught me how to follow the blood trails.
I remember when I was little and I tried your Redman
I wanted to be just like you and spit in a can.
Redman, coffee, and oatmeal pies, on earth, it was just a few of your favorite things
but now your up in heaven playing God the most beautiful music on harp strings.
Your family was your pride and joy and you loved us all with all you had.
You was a great husband, brother, dad, and uncle, but most of all my grand''dad''.


You was the best man I have ever met and I will miss you my beloved paw... Rest in Peace
9/11/11

Lifes too short

My brother said something to me a few nights ago that has stuck with me... He said ''lifes too short to be mad". I've heard other people say this before, but hearing it from my intellegent all knowing brother, made me really think about it. I am not an angry person and I think before I speak and I try with everything inside me to keep my opinions to myself. I pray for those that upset me and I try not to let what they say bother me. However, it is human nature to get upset if you hear someone talking about you, but thats their opinions and me and God know the truth about me. Whats important to me is not others' opinions of me, but whats important to me is my opinion of myself and I like myself. I think I have a pretty good heart, I love with all my heart and I care deeply about others, even those that cause me grief and pain because that is what God would expect from me and I expect it from myself.  I dont like confrontation, nor do I like to argue. I think an arguement is a waste of my valuable time. Dont get me wrong, there are some people that are worth the arguement.... but lets face it.... the majority of the people in your life just simply arent worth it. SOOO I completly 100% agree with my brothers statement. Life is just too short to be mad. Live your life how you want to, but be proud of the person that you are. If you wake up in the morning and your not happy with yourself, do something about it. If someone dont like who you are, that is their problem and thats their time they are wasting thinking about it and judging you. Dont waste yours worrying about what they said about you. You only have one life, live it! And Remember to love your parents, we are so busy growing up and living our lives that we often forget that they are growing old.