I am seriously thinking of moving to the country. I am the third generation of my family to live on my street. Its time for a change. It was such a pain having to drive all the way around down town to come in the back side of the parade route. Nd God forbid you not be raked mowed and decorated tastefully ( although that seems to be falling out of favor) by the first Saturday in December. When an even bigger parade will happen. Well, its really more of a candy grab. Parents actually let their kinds out in the middle of the street in pursuit of a tootsies roll. And there are no animals any more. When I was a little girl earl Myers use to ride this big Tennessee walker, man what was his name...big something. He was just as much a fixture as Santa clause. Ive always wanted a Tennessee walking horse...which leads me back to moving to the country. A little place for the puppies and a Great Pyrenees to kill the coyotes Oh I heard a useful thing today. If you have a pet deer paint both of its sides hunter orange. That is suppose to let everyone know it isnt participating in the animal hunger games
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 01:00:42 +0000