Water!

A few people have asked me how high the St. Francis River has gotten where I live. The water is at my mail box. I am not worried about the water getting close to my house, since I live at the top of Crowley's Ridge. My mail box, on the other hand, is at the bottom of Croswley's Ridge.




This pasture is to the left of my driveway. It has been roughly 20-25 years since the St. Francis has been dredged and re-routed. In those years, I have only seen the water up to "road" 4 to 8 times. Highway 163 used to get closed down right past the "S" curve. The girls and I rode on down to what we call the First Bridge and the road was fine, although the water is at the back of some of the houses down that way. I did not go all the way to the Second Bridge (the big concrete bridge) I was afraid that the "I Love Lucy" van would get stuck, I wouldn't want to have to call a wrecker to come get me. That wrecker driver always gets so mad when he has to come get his WIFE.



In this picture, I am standing at the "S" curve. The field you see is a cotton field, I have not seen the water this high, this far from the river. Oh, in the corner you can see the "I Love Lucy" van.

Thought I would tell on myself a little...I was talking on my cell to my sister-in-law the other day in the rain...digging through my purse, my pockets, and my van........
.....looking for my cell.

The sister-in-law I was talking to, made slow cooked chicken the other day. She put the chicken in the oven for dinner that night...got up the next morning and it was still cooking. I forgot to ask what they had the night she cooked the chicken.

A friend (you all know her so I won't say her name) called me one afternoon while I was at work.
She said: get back out here and clean up this mess!
I said: Do what?
She said: you know what I'm talking about, get out here and get this burger out of the back seat of my truck.
I said: I haven't had a hamburger in the back of your truck
She said: Crap. Goodbye.
She meant to call her daughter's cell (daughter is 12).

Mary Margaret is reading her American History last night (without a fight).
She says..Kaye Kaye, come here and read this word for me.
I said: sound it out
She said: I know the word, I'm not allowed to say it.
I'm thinking: WHAT??????
She point to the word: HORROR
which she thinks is: WHORE (which totally would not have made any sense!)
I told her what the word really was and gave her the dictionary, just in case she didn't believe me.

We all have those days!