The Witch is Gone!

Ding dong, the witch is gone,
The Witch moved on,
The Witch is gone.
Ding Dong the Wicked Witch moved on!

There is a large moving van up at the neighbor's house. YeeHaw! It's official! I was so afraid that since they haven't been able to sell the place, that they would change their minds and stay.

I get crap in town about how nice she is. I tell those people that none...NONE.. of her neighbor's like them at all.
Gone is the voice that cuts through the air like fingernails on chalkboard. Gone is the brats that are perfect. Gone is the town gossip. Gone is the woman who thought she should raise everyone else's kids. Only thing is that no one has found out what lawyer they used to keep the perfect brats out of jail. But at least there will be no more animals tortured to death. Isn't that what they say serial killers begin at a young age?
And the pesky steers that they starved all the time are gone also! WooHoo!!
Got to go into town to do some banking and grocery shopping. It is going to be wonderful to drive by their house and see the van loading things. God is good.

Hello Spring

I have bluebonnets blooming in my yard! The first harbinger of spring in Texas. Well, besides for the buzzards returning....like the swallows of Capistrano. Sorry for the poor focus. The dog wouldn't get out of the picture, so the camera focused on his neck hair and t he rocks.
Welcome spring....sure wish you lasted longer than a couple of weeks around here.

ps....just made a run into town and discovered that the mesquite trees are leafing out. That is the definative sign down here. They only get caught in a freeze about once every 50 years or so and that happened last year.

Black Thursday

There was a family reunion in heaven today. At approximately 11 a.m., Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Son, and Dad held out their arms to recieve the next boy. Elva Sylvanus Scott, Jr. was a great man who lived an extraordinary life. Dedicated to his wife, his church, and his kids, he left them all behind this morning to embrace his parents and siblings.
Go with God, Scotty, go with God.

Otter: You forgot Uncle Jack. Very good announcement, thanks. I will dig up some special pictures later to share.

Cubedog: Um, no I didn't, just not sure he was there....maybe, ok, benefit of the doubt.

A Special Time Of Year

This is a special week each year. Yesterday, the 8th, was the Otter's anniversary to the Clueless One. This marks 32 years. Unbelievable.
Today is Cubedog's birthday. I won't embarrass her with the number of years this makes but will just say.....she hasn't hit the half century mark....yet.
Say a prayer for her. She and I have old kitties. Mine is 15, getting thin, and having pain problems. I dread this winter. Hers is 14, getting thin, and is having bloody urine. It's not good, friends. Please keep them in your hearts and prayers. It's not a day to have a very ill buddy. I know what it is like to lose a good friend on your birthday. Mine was human, but the pain isn't any less.
You know I would have it be different today if it was in my power, sweet sister. But happy birthday anyway. I love you.
Cubedog: Oh great, I've already had to make one flying run for the Ladies Room to get a crying jag under control......
I will have more to say about this day later...or maybe tomorrow.