goats in 2007
High on a hill was a lonely goatherd Lay-ee-odl-lay-ee-odl-lay-hee-hoo. Loud was the voice of the lonely goatherd Lay-ee-odl-lay-ee-odl-oo. Folks in a town that was quite remote heard Lay-ee-odl-lay-ee-odl-lay-hee-hoo.
A Horse walks into a bar.
This is the happy place right?

As bad as the allergies are I am still managing to enjoy the weather. My head is a solid block. Have you seen those Claritin commercials? I wish someone would pull that hazy layer off of me.
My son Jon was home we spent some fun time together, this is put-put. We watched some movies and spent some time just lying around talking. That is my favorite time with him. I was trying to drink in every moment with him. He would soon be off on the biggest adventure of his life.
I went to Hartsfield airport to drop him off today. You know have a touch a agoraphobia (fear of leaving the farm) and would rather have poured gas on my head and lit a match than go to the airport.
okay maybe not but, ...I thought of it.
I survived the airport and Jon is off to see the world - - literally.
He is headed off into the world alone carrying everything he will need to live for the next six months.
Jon has no plans after that. I suggested he get a J-O-B. Even though he is retired from the Navy at 26 years old, I still believe he should work.
I do encourage this trip and want him to soak in everything he will see, learn and experience. I find comfort in knowing that he feels assured that wherevere he goes and whatever he does he walks with my blessing and love. I am always only a flight away
These Bob Segar lyrics keep playing in my head.
My hands were steady
My eyes were clear and bright
My walk had purpose
My steps were quick and light
And I held firmly
To what I felt was right
Like a rock
Like a rock,
I was strong as I could be
Like a rock, nothin ever got to me
Like a rock, I was something to see
Like a rock
And I stood arrow straight
Unencumbered by the weight
Of all these hustlers and their schemes
I stood proud, I stood tall
High above it all
Like a rock.
Signed,
jon's proud mom
Today is Saturday. Time is creeping by at a snails pace. it seems forever since Jon left. Its been 4 days. He has a blog written about Antigua on his myspace. Check it out. his blogs are listed on the right side of his page.

I have just discoved I can no longer post pics it says
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I dont know what this means, if its not an easy fix,
I guess It's back to that old MSN whore for me.
Congratulations goat lady.
This used to be my car. Then it was my son Jon’s first car. It has been in the carport at the rental since he’s been in the Navy, 6 years. We had it towed to my house today. (It’s official) You might be a redneck if you have an old car up on blocks on your property. This car is still in good condition it only had one owner before me. It has also lived in a carport most of its long life. It is a 1976 Ford Granada. . I'm sure, one day Jon will be glad that he has his first car. Not many adult men can say that. He can clean it up and cover it properly when he returns from Antigua. Looking at our property, you would think we collect Fords.
We have a 1967 ford truck - still runs great.
The 1976 Granada - Jons car
1997 Ford Explorer - My car
Attack of the killer tomatoes.


I'll be back soon.
I'll also need help with the frinds links list - its not working out for me so far.
I love all of ya'll so fucking much! Thanx for cumming.

