Be warned--this is probably the most boring blog you'll read! Ok, now that's outta the way, I'm the Hoot Owl, the Hoot Owl of this Harangue, a married to my high school sweetheart, Mom of 2 scrumcious boys living on my lil chunk of land we call Southern Comfort. I'm about as Old School as you'll get and I dig that about myself! So, be prepared--we eat a lot of red meat, listen to a lot of Elvis and pretty much live on TV Land and TCM! That's us baby--whooo, whooo!
At the drive-thru of BOA today, I was writing the check for Allen's truck payment. I couldn't remember the date, so I looked towards the window and saw the square, large-print calendar. It said JUNE 4. Do what? Where did June come from? I literally stared at the ugly little black square that stated it was June. I made it, I thought. Like trees growing in Brooklyn--well, maybe that's not the metaphor I'm wanting/meaning to use. Like a dandelion that grows in the crack on a busy, city sidewalk. I've emerged from another winter, alive and sane! The winter of 2009/2010 was the hardest yet! All the snow, lack of funds and problems with the hubs had me at the the depths of hell. I've been feeling better. Thank you sun. Thank you God. Thank you June! I quickly wrote out the check, put it in the drawer and spoke to the teller. I then, rested my chin on the steering wheel and breathed in the humid June air. I made it. God is love--Peace out