And the Winner is.....

Who won for the biggest bass....
Yeah, that is right boys and girls, Loser won with that monster she fought out of the lake at the Scott National Wildlife Area. And thanks to that monster the team of Loser and Red won for most weight in bass. Want to hear the funny part, our lucky basket where we keep all that we catch had a hole in it...who knows how many got away. How is that for a fishing story? What we owe it all to is Loser's skill and my fishing buddy in Las Vegas sending me some good luck.

Fast Forward to Today

Overwhelmed...

Big change...

Mom is now living with me. The doctors in Vandalia were not helping. Thought it better for her to get her back to the doctors down here. Better that I don't have to run my ass off...although I could stand to loose it. Only time will tell if we both drive each other insane.

Morgan Reunion changed from Vandalia to Coulterville because Mom is back in Coulterville.

What else...

Finally got the low life scum out of T's house, now just need to find a decent renter. Rule number one never rent to so-called friends, because they will screw you. The shape they left the house was something that I never want to witness again. As I told Loser when I found a T-Ball in the house, I think I could beat the hell out of both of them bitches with that little bat and I would enjoy every home run. Thanks Loser so much for taking care of cleaning it out and disinfecting. I know one day those bitches will get paid back.

My little Ford mower that I got from Uncle Melvin, finally went kaput. Got a new and bigger one. I love taking care of my yard and now I have a new toy to help me. Mowing relaxes me. It is my escape. I put peoples head on each blade of grass so imagine the joy I feel chopping all them heads off.

Really I am not homicidal, just here lately I have been in a real zone for revenge for all the dick heads and bitches that have been causing grief to me or anyone I love and care about.

By the way...

Morgan Reunion changed from Vandalia to Coulterville because Mom is back in Coulterville.


Peace out...Red Rover over and out...until next time...same bat time same bat channel!

After a hell week...

Mom is still in the hospital, but it sounds like the doctor is letting her out on Friday. She sounded better today, after a rough day yesterday and a horrible last week. Pneumonia sucks!

In driving back and forth to Van to see Mom last week and having 50 million things running through my psycho head, I listened to my husband, Tim McGraw's new CD and it is awesome. One song in particular I wish I could actually do what the song says...Let It Go.

I’ve been caught sideways out here on the crossroads
Trying to buy back the pieces I lost of my soul
It’s hard when the devil won’t get off your back
It’s like carrying around the past in a hundred pound sack

Today I’m gonna keep on walking
I’m gonna hold my head up high
I’m gonna leave it all behind
Today I’m gonna stand out in the rain
Let it wash it all away
Yeah wash it all away
I’m gonna let it go Oh yeah
I’m gonna let it go Oh yeah

Skeletons and Ghosts are hiding in the shadows
Threatening me with all the things that they know
Choices and mistakes, they all know my name
But I’m through holding in and holding onto all that pain

Today I’m gonna keep on walking
I’m gonna hold my head up high
I’m gonna leave it all behind
Today I’m gonna stand out in the rain
Let it wash it all away
Yeah wash it all away
I’m gonna let it go Oh yeah
I’m gonna let it go Oh yeah

I know I know I know
I’ve been forgiven
I know I know I know
I’m gonna start living

Today I’m gonna keep on walking
I’m gonna hold my head up high
I’m gonna leave it all behind
Today I’m gonna stand out in the rain
Let it wash it all away
Yeah wash it all away
I’m gonna let it go Oh yeah
I’m gonna let it go Oh yeah

Who knows maybe one of these days, I will be able to let it all go...Red Rover over and out!

In Loving Memory of Larry Crowder

Larry D. Crowder

When I come to the end of the day,

And the sun has set for me.

I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little, but not too long,

And not with you head bowed low.

Remember the love we once shared

Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take,

And each must go alone.

It's all part of the maker's plan,

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart

Go to the friends we know.

And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds

Miss me, but let me go.

Hey Dad, look what I found in your back yard

I know my Dad would have been smiling from ear to ear, if he would have walked out in his back yard and found what I found today. It made my heart smile, cause I remembered all the times I went mushroom hunting with my Dad. This time I didn't have to worry about snakes. I did probably run over some with the mower before I seen them. But from the pictures you can see even losing a few I still ended up with a nice mess. What is really funny is that I don't eat them, I always gave them to Mom and Dad. Since Mom is an hour plus away, I had to give them to someone who I knew would enjoy them, Bill & Judy. They couldn't believe that I found them in Mom and Dad's back yard.

Dad, I miss you like crazy, especially when something happens like today. I want to tell you how much I appreciated ALL the things we did, like mushroom hunting. You taught me so much.

DAD

You are the best.

I Love You!!!!

Finally got to use my birthday present...

Thanks Loser for helping me to install my birthday present to myself. So it took awhile, but at least it is up now. I figured I should type this up before my hands start swelling. With all of my anger over the last few years I decided I needed something to take it out on especially since my best friend moved to Vegas and she normally got the brunt of all my anger.(No I didn't beat the hell out of her, I bitched and complained and did it quite frequently) Now I have a 40 pound heavy bag in my basement to beat the hell out of. Rule number one which I just realized is to use the hand wraps that came with the bag. I was barely able to get my rings off and I was just playing around. My knuckles are a lovely shade of red. But man it felt great to beat the shit out of it, especially since I was picturing a few different faces on it. This was my first evening with it and I would recommend anyone with anger issues, it is a good investment. Tomorrow morning I might be bitching and complaining about my hands and weak ass wrists hurting but right I am thinking every house should come equipped with one. You can bet tomorrow I will take the time to use the wraps.


RED NEEDS IDEAS....
I am in the "I need another tattoo mode", but it has to actually have some sort of meaning like all the ones on Miami Ink. I will never be able to top my first one because that one is my heart. Come on people I need help (yeah I know I need a psychiatrist)...give me some ideas!!!

Future home of Big Head, Shannon, Mercedez, Hunter & Tornado Ryan

See what Big Head has been working on. Keith has been helping a lot and plus some of his buddies have also pitched in. You can tell by the amount of beer cans and bottles every where. Just kidding he has already buried them in his front yard along with Jimmy Hoffa.

When you go up to see this mansion in Taylorville, be sure to ask about Charlie Harris and the nail gun and also how Ryan got leveled.

Jim, Shannon, Mercedez, Hunter and Ryan you have a lovely home in progress, I can't wait until it gets done so we can have one hell of a house warming party...leave a hole some where for all the beer cans and bottles. Thanks for a great Saturday...next time though I will drink with you so me and Shannon can have problems talking. HA HA

Love ya.....