Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Getting of my duff...

I recently received a notification telling me that the Homestead Lady had left me a comment on my blog. I said to myself "what blog?". Oh yeahhhhhh, the one I haven't been on in a pretty good while. So, thanks HL for reminding me that I owe y'all a big update. Well, here it is. She's feeling great. The Doc said her 10 hour surgery went as well as he had hoped and, that as far as he was concerned, the cancer was gone. The return home was a rough one. Three weeks in an out-of-town hospital are nothing to six weeks with an unhappy wife at home. We definitely had a couple of humps in the road and a couple trips to the local docs for other related post-surgery issues, but all in all, she's a champ. Everyday is a new milestone that we are grateful for.

I can't thank our friends and family enough. We've had an outpouring of grace and it's eased the pain  tremendously. The fact that a stranger will go to the effort of sticking money in our bank account is still so very foreign too me. Simply put, I've been humbled beyond all belief. I told my wife that the toughest part is that I can't be grumpy anymore. I feel that I now have to go out and help others; that's tough to do with twenty one years of public service under your belt. I've seen it all, my friends. From the richest to the lowest. It has definitely jaded me; I  will be out doing good deeds for a while. Still not gonna smile though...

Life on the farm is busy, and with doing double duty for a while, things have fallen to the wayside. I've had to get myself moving again and get ready for winter(and a truncated hunting season); battening down the ol' hatches, if you will. The kids have gone through all of this like little soldiers and I couldn't be prouder. Good grades and mostly good behavior. I am worried at some point though, that they may try to start using some of the tricks I've taught them(fighting dirty, booby traps, etc)on each other. So much for sisterhood, huh?

I have been reading my fellow bloggers; not as much now as I used to, but believe me-I'm still lurking. I will say that the blog roll was a main form of entertainment while sitting in a hospital room for all those weeks. For that I am thankful. As far as my blogging, well...I know. I suck. Sorry is all I can say. It's been hard to get back into to it. While there is a huge amount of liberal bashing to be done theses days, I have found that all it does is raise my BP and give me a headache. I had to back off. I promise I'm still one of you, just not so loud as of lately.

Thanks for caring and thanks for asking. We're good and hope to get only better around here. So that's the news. I promise my next post will be something more educational, cheerful, entertaining, etc. Let's be honest-I'm no Stephen, or Duke, or any of those other guys;)  Take care and y'all have a good 'un.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

A glimmer of light...

Headed 700 miles away from home and family. The doctor there is the country's leading expert and says he can fix her. At least 80% survivability at the age of 60 he says. I'll take it. From no wife in a few months, to keeping her around. I'll take it. We'll be gone for a month. Thank God for good friends and family to keep us safe, ease our burden, and care enough to help. Never really knew how many friends I had, nor how my wife had affected the lives of others till now. She is a dear, sweet girl. The hardest is accepting the help. I'm a fairly proud person. Never been given anything in my life. I've scraped and fought and bled for every single thing I've done. All of it. High School, College, Career-all of it. So, to have a person that is no better off than we are, hand us a $500 check is, well, it's humbling. Humbling. I'm not sure how this is all going to play out, but I know one thing, the Lord is watching us and there is a small army at our backs. That's the big one. I think most of my readers and fellow blogger types are the same. Hard working SOBs that don't like help or interference, but when push comes to shove, as long as we have a solid friend, at our back, with rifle in hand...well, we're ok. So thanks to all those unnamed, glorious SOBs at my back. I'm going to need it. I'll take point; let's go.

Y'all have a good 'un.

Tuesday, July 02, 2013

Change of direction...

They called and said it was an appendicitis. Ok. No big deal. I'll be there in a few. I get to the hospital and there she is; my brunette love. Joking, laughing, already made friends with half of the staff. They say the scans look funny, but we'll see when we get in there to take out the appendix. I wait in the room anxiously, but thinking the whole time, it's just some abnormality-nothing big. The GYN walks in and doesn't dance around it. Cancer. My girl. Not supposed to be this way. They say it is all in her belly, sticking to everything. She has some family history, but we weren't expecting this. They say it came from her appendix. Kinda' rare, but we caught a good diagnosis quickly. As I hold it all in(you know, tough guy and all) I can't help but think I don't anything about prom dresses, bras, tampons, girl issues, you know? Three little girls. What in the hell am I supposed to do? I am a problem solver. That's the sum of my life. I fix people's problems. At their worst, my crew and I are at our best. People are running out, we're running in. Well, solve this one. Can't do it. I go downstairs and kneel in the chapel and beg, and beg, and beg. Please take me instead. Do what you will; I don't care. Just don't take her from this world and our babies. Please. Please.

A week later a little hope. There is a treatment for this but it's rare and very different than any other cancer treatment. We're hoping for the best. A month of surgery and recovery, away from home, away from the girls. Loss of an income. A new house. We had just got a little breathing room. Well, the hell with that, I guess. I've never been given anything in this life. Ever. I've worked hard as long as I can remember, so, why not a little more. But, it's time we didn't have. So heap it on. I'll strap the weight to my shoulders and carry it as far as I can. I've seen what the life has done to my Dad's health, but if that's the deal than so be it. I love her. I love her so.

 I've cried more in the past two weeks than all my life combined. Now...well, just looking at her laughing with the girls does it. I leave the room a lot. I spend time in the barn for made up projects. Just hold it together I tell myself. You're the linch pin. All of it is on you. Not sure how this is all going to shake loose but for now...well, we're hanging on.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Been a while...

Well... What can I say?  It has truly been a while since my last post. I am working three jobs now and am trying to keep up with the ol' mini farm. It is busy to say the least, but rewarding. I have to admit that this isn't the only reason I haven't been posting. I guess I'm a bit ashamed to admit it, but the man kinda' has me down. As I look around at the world THEY'VE created(you know who I'm talking about)I fear for my future as well as my children's. THEY are invasive and pervasive; like a cockroach infestation. Figured it out? The whiney, squeaky wheel gets the grease, single-minded,  gutless, Godless, liberal minded commies that they are. I have finally come to realize there isn't much we can do about them except hope for some sort of reset. I don't know when or how, or if, it will ever happen, but damn...they sure have us beat. They have more money and better spin doctors than we'll ever have. the play for keeps and with no rules. They spin lies like a candy spider spinning a honey web that sucks everyone in. I actually had to explain, to a good conservative family friend, why we should be able to keep those"horrible, fully auto, assault guns". When my DSW explained to her that the Constitution was to protect US from our guv'mint, she said,"really?" and clammed up. This is a college educated mother of two who's husband is a die-hard hunter and conservative. What the hell? After the massacre at Sandy Hook there have been numerous shootings that jsut magically coincide with congressional votes on gun control. In the past I'd have said that the conspiracy nuts are working overtime, but damn, I feel like it's being thrown right at me. And while I feel anger and sadness for the victims of the Boston bombing I have a hard time not thinking that this is goping to get convieniently pinned on some "angry vet/redneck militia type that was trying to prove a point that guns are ok". I bet he'll even have an "arsenal" of "assault type weapons" with numerous "hi-cap" magazines. Have I given up? No. Have I finally seen the light? Maybe. All I can do is take care of my family and trust in the Lord above. Y'all have a good 'un.

Monday, January 21, 2013

A great statement...


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

The four boxes...

Remember, four boxes keep us free:

The soap box, the ballot box, the jury box, and the cartridge box

Friday, January 11, 2013

Well spoken young lady makes the perfect argument and states the obvious. Give it a watch.

Y'all have a good 'un.

Y'all have a good 'un.

Tuesday, January 08, 2013

Just plain funny...

After a long day I really needed this one. Borrowed from Door Kickers Inc.

Y'all have a good 'un.