The Holy Gospel according to the Prairie Messiah

Like a myth you rode in from the west. From the go you had my button pressed. Did the tea-time of your soul Make you long for wilder days? Did you never let Jack Kerouac Wash over you in waves?

Thursday, June 01, 2006

She makes Texas Ruby look like Sandra Dee.

My apolgies to any bloggers or friends that may be feeling ignored at this particular time. My apologies to my blog which may be lonely. My schedule has been a bit cramped as of present.

My husband came in two days ago and I have been working my days out of town far away from any resemblance of proper civilzation. Yesterday afternoon, I actually knocked on door of a house in which the occupants literally slopped their pigs right there in the front yard. Now, that's curb appeal people. I really do wish I could make up something that wonderful, but I can't.

The little boys in the freezer at Brookshire's have disappeared to my dismay. I actually enjoyed to find out what they were wearing every few weeks. At last sight, one was wearing a very bright embriodered mexican mu-mu and a huge sombrero, among the pork chops. But all is not lost, I did find this funny wooden man seated at a piano in a lobby of a bar where some friends were playing in a pool tournament.

David and I have a small yard project to accomplish this weekend and the kids will over for the next couple of weeks. My plate is officially full. Any other tasks may be placed on the sideboard for later consideration. Thank you for your understanding.

Yours truly,

The Janitor

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