Mosquitoes, Flies and Fruit flies...OH MY! So it turns out that fruit flies LOVE small west Texas towns. And they particularly love my house - specifically my kitchen sink. I think I have mostly taken care of the problem now with my good friend Clorox Bleach, but there were a couple of days last week when you could catch me hovering over my kitchen sink actually talking to my now home invaders:
"You better watch out you stinkin' fruit fly! I'm gonna get you!" and after I clapped my hands together a few times and finally caught one of these nasty creatures, I would say, "HA! You other flies take note of what just happened to your friend!"
Trent told me of a method they use for keeping wildlife out of their crops - kill the animal and hang its carcas on a fence around the crops to warn others of the same species of what might happen to them if they dare to enter. Well, I was killing fruitflies left and right and leaving their squished bodies on the wall as a sign to all of their buddies: DON'T MESS WITH ME!
Like I said, I think I have mostly taken care of the problem now, but I will continue to slap the snot out of those little monsters until they are all out of my house!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Good, Good People
So yesterday I received a phone call that no one ever wants to receive...Trent was in an accident. He's ok, but it turned out to be a pretty bad accident. Praise God he walked away with only a few cuts, bruises, and a bump or two. But, this blog is not about Trent...
This blog is another tale of life in a small, small town. After I received the call, I ran down the hall to tell the secretary that I would be needing a sub for the day because I was leaving to go to the doctor with Trent to get him checked out. As I walked back down the hall to my classroom, three other teachers stopped to tell me that they were praying for Trent. How did they already know?
It wasn't five minutes later that the youth minister at the church we've been attending called me to check on Trent and let me know that he was on his way to the hospital to see him. How did he know?
Trent's mom and dad received phone calls all day checking up on Trent. I guess what they say is true: word gets around in a small, small town (as I heard it from a line in a country song).
That night we had several visitors at our house to check up on Trent. These people do not call to let us know they are stopping by, they just stop by (which I'm not quite used to yet since I like to hang out in my pajamas most of the time.) The local preacher stopped by to say a word of prayer, as well as the local youth director, Trent's old secretary, our neighbors, and of course, Trent's family.
We are indeed surrounded by good, good people (as I heard it from an old Audio Adrenaline song).
Now as for the other boy involved in the accident - please keep him in your prayers. His name is Kody Fields and he was not as fortunate as Trent. He is still in the hospital with a broken leg, and drugged up because of his injuries. He is also suffering from bleeding of the brain - we are no sure how severe it is, and probably will not until they decide it is safe to begin taking him off of the drugs. Please pray for his physical healing and a spiritual healing.
This blog is another tale of life in a small, small town. After I received the call, I ran down the hall to tell the secretary that I would be needing a sub for the day because I was leaving to go to the doctor with Trent to get him checked out. As I walked back down the hall to my classroom, three other teachers stopped to tell me that they were praying for Trent. How did they already know?
It wasn't five minutes later that the youth minister at the church we've been attending called me to check on Trent and let me know that he was on his way to the hospital to see him. How did he know?
Trent's mom and dad received phone calls all day checking up on Trent. I guess what they say is true: word gets around in a small, small town (as I heard it from a line in a country song).
That night we had several visitors at our house to check up on Trent. These people do not call to let us know they are stopping by, they just stop by (which I'm not quite used to yet since I like to hang out in my pajamas most of the time.) The local preacher stopped by to say a word of prayer, as well as the local youth director, Trent's old secretary, our neighbors, and of course, Trent's family.
We are indeed surrounded by good, good people (as I heard it from an old Audio Adrenaline song).
Now as for the other boy involved in the accident - please keep him in your prayers. His name is Kody Fields and he was not as fortunate as Trent. He is still in the hospital with a broken leg, and drugged up because of his injuries. He is also suffering from bleeding of the brain - we are no sure how severe it is, and probably will not until they decide it is safe to begin taking him off of the drugs. Please pray for his physical healing and a spiritual healing.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Earth's 100th Birthday & Corn Pickin'
Last weekend was Springlake Earth's 100th year celebration for the school. They invited all alumni to the pep rally, an enchilada dinner in the cafeteria, the Homecoming football game, and a choice of a talent show or the Homecoming dance.
Trent and I only attended the dinner and the football game. The talent show afterwards was apparently only for the old farts and after hearing about it from Trent's parents, I'm extremely happy that we did not go.
There were a lot of people in attendance. Some came from far far away to revisit their alma mater. I made sure I was looking cute, because I figured I would meet a lot of Trent's old pals. Well, there were a lot more old people there than young, so I decided to change into something more comfortable before the football game.
I did get to hear a lot of stories of how bad Trent was in school. He got sent to the principal's office a lot for a whoopin! One time he accidentally mooned a teacher. I also heard stories about fights he got into, and throwing mashed potatoes on the cafeteria wall. It also turns out that Trent was a bully. He likes to think he was doing justice by only picking on kids that had a "big head", but it might be hard to make friends around here because Trent probably hurt their feelings back in high school.
Welp, it's corn pickin' season here in West Texas. That means that Trent is gone all day and doesn't return home until about 10 o'clock at night. I'm usually in bed by the time he comes home. His mom is nice enough to cook for them and take dinner out to the farm. I guess farmers need to eat too. Trent told me one time before we got married that his mother would do this for them, insinuating that I would also be expected to do this for him. Good thing his mother still lives here!
I went out to the farm the other night with his mom to deliver the tacos she had made. Trent was sweet enough to take me out on the combine. Those things are amazing! Its large claws cut the corn stalks, and somehow the ears go through a machine that cuts the kernals into the bin of the combine, and spits the ears back out onto the ground. Then another large truck pulls up next to the combine, Trent manuevers a long tube over the bin of the second truck, and begins to pour the kernals into the back of the second truck. That truck then takes the corn to the co-op to be inspected, and then I guess they get paid for it.
The weather is cool here, the leaves are changing, and corn is being cut all around - fall must be coming! And I couldn't be more excited about experiencing this season with an actual fall climate this year! I've already researched where the nearest corn maze and pumpkin patches are located. I have my fall decorations out, and I bought new fall scented candles. Now I just need to hang my fall wreath! Yay for fall!
Trent and I only attended the dinner and the football game. The talent show afterwards was apparently only for the old farts and after hearing about it from Trent's parents, I'm extremely happy that we did not go.
There were a lot of people in attendance. Some came from far far away to revisit their alma mater. I made sure I was looking cute, because I figured I would meet a lot of Trent's old pals. Well, there were a lot more old people there than young, so I decided to change into something more comfortable before the football game.
I did get to hear a lot of stories of how bad Trent was in school. He got sent to the principal's office a lot for a whoopin! One time he accidentally mooned a teacher. I also heard stories about fights he got into, and throwing mashed potatoes on the cafeteria wall. It also turns out that Trent was a bully. He likes to think he was doing justice by only picking on kids that had a "big head", but it might be hard to make friends around here because Trent probably hurt their feelings back in high school.
Welp, it's corn pickin' season here in West Texas. That means that Trent is gone all day and doesn't return home until about 10 o'clock at night. I'm usually in bed by the time he comes home. His mom is nice enough to cook for them and take dinner out to the farm. I guess farmers need to eat too. Trent told me one time before we got married that his mother would do this for them, insinuating that I would also be expected to do this for him. Good thing his mother still lives here!
I went out to the farm the other night with his mom to deliver the tacos she had made. Trent was sweet enough to take me out on the combine. Those things are amazing! Its large claws cut the corn stalks, and somehow the ears go through a machine that cuts the kernals into the bin of the combine, and spits the ears back out onto the ground. Then another large truck pulls up next to the combine, Trent manuevers a long tube over the bin of the second truck, and begins to pour the kernals into the back of the second truck. That truck then takes the corn to the co-op to be inspected, and then I guess they get paid for it.
The weather is cool here, the leaves are changing, and corn is being cut all around - fall must be coming! And I couldn't be more excited about experiencing this season with an actual fall climate this year! I've already researched where the nearest corn maze and pumpkin patches are located. I have my fall decorations out, and I bought new fall scented candles. Now I just need to hang my fall wreath! Yay for fall!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Sorority Pledge
I was never in a sorority in college. I didn't feel that it quite suited me. However, I'm willing to give sorority life a chance for the sake of the experience...and it seems that I have my opportunity!
It turns out that small towns sometimes have sororities for women in the community. Well, Olton has a sorority, and as a new member of the community (I qualify because I work in Olton) I was invited by a fellow teacher to attend pledge night for this so called sorority.
I received several emails reminding me of the first sorority meeting and listing all of the young girls from school that are part of this sorority and would be at the meeting. So I read the names and decided that if all of these cool girls were part of it (and I need to make friends) that I would check it out. So last night I drove to City Bank in Olton to participate in my first sorority pledge party with some cool, young girls from school. Unfortunately, none of the young girls from school could make it, but failed to mention that to me. There were six other women there, most in the 40's - 50's, sporting their sorority pins on their chest, carrying a notebook with greek letters across the front, and all reciting the sorority pledge.
Backflash: this reminds me of when I worked at Girl Scouts and all the older women that worked there thought they were still a Girl Scout and were just proud to be a part of something. They were all a bit cooky (not to be confused with cookie, which they happened to eat a lot of.)
So there I was trapped in the Upper Room of the City Bank having dinner with six strangers in a sort of cult-like fashion. Quite an experience - all for the sake of making friends!
So will I join? You betcha! I talked to my fellow teachers who ditched me, and they all assured me that they will definitely be there next month. So I suppose I will give sorority life a one year trial and see what happens...like oh my gah!
It turns out that small towns sometimes have sororities for women in the community. Well, Olton has a sorority, and as a new member of the community (I qualify because I work in Olton) I was invited by a fellow teacher to attend pledge night for this so called sorority.
I received several emails reminding me of the first sorority meeting and listing all of the young girls from school that are part of this sorority and would be at the meeting. So I read the names and decided that if all of these cool girls were part of it (and I need to make friends) that I would check it out. So last night I drove to City Bank in Olton to participate in my first sorority pledge party with some cool, young girls from school. Unfortunately, none of the young girls from school could make it, but failed to mention that to me. There were six other women there, most in the 40's - 50's, sporting their sorority pins on their chest, carrying a notebook with greek letters across the front, and all reciting the sorority pledge.
Backflash: this reminds me of when I worked at Girl Scouts and all the older women that worked there thought they were still a Girl Scout and were just proud to be a part of something. They were all a bit cooky (not to be confused with cookie, which they happened to eat a lot of.)
So there I was trapped in the Upper Room of the City Bank having dinner with six strangers in a sort of cult-like fashion. Quite an experience - all for the sake of making friends!
So will I join? You betcha! I talked to my fellow teachers who ditched me, and they all assured me that they will definitely be there next month. So I suppose I will give sorority life a one year trial and see what happens...like oh my gah!
Friday, September 5, 2008
Name That Allergy!
Apparently it is allergy season out here. It is also harvesting season. So it turns out that every year during harvest, your nose will plug, your eyes will sting, and your head will feel like someone is pressing a brick against both sides of your head. Suhweet! And I hear that right now it is just Milo and Maize allergies...we haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet: Corn! Pray for my nose!
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