I have decided that, I am not going to be fooled by Mother Nature.
That is my New Year’s Resolution.
She will no longer con me into thinking, she is a gentle and sweet soul.
I have learned my lesson.
It wont matter how many dozens of flowers are blooming.
I am going to stay focused this year!
Mother Nature the bountiful isn’t pulling
one over on me this year!
Flowers will not bribe me,well maybe a small bribe, or confuse the issue.

This Small Town, In Florida in 2006.
Can you believe 2006.
Wow!
Just a few years ago I was freezing to death in CowboyHeaven,Montana
with a New Years Resolution to move to the South.
To Paradise. Ha!
I realize, I have adapted, I shiver at 70 degrees.
If it isn’t 385 degrees, I am chilly.
The blessings of living in the South.
Sweet Paradise.

Also in paradise are these added bonuses
of Mother Nature’s sweet and kind nature.
Some I see infrequently
others, nearly daily, Some not so blessed often, for which I am thankful.

Southern bonuses, freely given,the blessings of paradise.
Which I resolve to appreciate more.
Maybe.

Fire Ants as big as water buffalo.
Spiders that will eat you before you can blink.
Snakes that don’t rattle before they bite.
Cock Roaches as big as Ford Trucks. Fire Ants.
Red stinging caterpillars that drop from the Oak trees.
Brown recluse spiders,Black widows, fire ants.

Swarms of enormous, aggressive mosquitoes crossbred
with vampire bats.
Fire Ants.

Blistering heat, Sweltering humidity.
More fireants.
Alligators in the ponds, or swimming holes,
Big ones with extra large, teeth.
They hang out with the fire ant crowd,
I think.

Hurricanes at no particular intervals.
Tornadoes. Sink holes. Parasites. Fire ants.
Wasps that look like giant eagles.
Electrical storms. Killer flower spores.

My new years resolution for 2006 is to keep a sense of humor,
to not run shrieking into the house, when I see the above
blessings of the South.
And no matter how bad hurricane season has been,
I will not talk about what part of STUPID we are for living in Florida.
Well not more than a few small comments.
Brief allusions to ..hurricanes, and being well intelligently challenged.

Remember how Blessed I am.
To give those extra hugs away!
And to buy lots of extra Ant Spray.

2006 resolutions

While MissSnot sulks
in the rocking chair,
Buddy The Dog, lectures BlackJack , and Tigger
about Blackeyed peas being good luck for the coming year, and how
eating them shows “humility”.
And why they would be in the house let alone on the humans table.
Tigger say’s he’ll just take his chances , BlackJack, wonders if they
really taste that bad.
Buddy The Dog assures BlackJack they do taste that bad.

This is from my first Orchid,
Taken March 18, 2005.

I felt like I was caught in a three ring circus.
It was early tonight, all was calm peaceful
just a beautiful winters evening in paradise,
Hawkins,The miniatures pony eating his dinner,
Buddy The Dog at my feet,
BlackJack laying nearby, Tigger asleep on my neck,
MissSnot on the couch, all is peaceful.

All the critters are getting along so well..
I’m thinking this day has been so much better.
When I hear Snarls,Barking,Cat Growls,
Hissing Spitting, Dog Growls..Dogs Hissing..

Not that any one would have guessed that a dog and cat were having
argument, MissSnot facing off BlackJack the Puppy and
Buddy The Dog, who could not figure out
What the problem is.
who is roughly 1000 times her size.
Not only is he bigger, but he has a very loud bark and Hugh feet.

Tigger could not stand it, he had to be in the middle of things.
He went about it in a rather doggy way, not
Bengal Cat like at all.
Tigger thinks he is Buddy The Dogs puppy,I think.
He doesn’t realize he is a Cat. He is not Haughty enough.
Or it could be that he knows he’s a cat, but prefers to think like a dog.
Maybe he thinks we don’t know.
BlackJack knows Tigger is a cat, therefore fair ground.

Not that he wanted to eat the cats, BlackJack doesn’t know about cats.
While He learns, MissSnot has filed in triplicate
a number of complaints. Many.
They all start with her wrapping around my legs,
and speaking , err howling at the top of her lungs,
she say’s ” this dog has to go,
why do we have to keep him..I will be so happy if he goes away
I might even let you pet me,
maybe no promises…
cant we give him back PLEASE?”

Some times you just have to stop and shake your head at the Irony.
At the funerals of American heroes,who died in Iraq to protect our freedoms,
There is a cult of hate mongers,

who are a perfect waste of skin and space.
They are seeking publicity for reasons so far beyond ridiculas that it is not even credible, and honestly I don’t care why. Only in America can hate mongers celebrate their freedoms at the expense of grieving American Hero’s funerals.
Their plan? To spread the hurt and pain of grieving families of deceased American Hero’s a little deeper.

Irony that these young American men and women died so these pond scum can spout hate.
Makes perfect sense to me.

Better though is another group of Americans who know and respect the lives and deaths of American heroes.
Thank you Gateway pundit for the information.
Patriot Guard Riders are dedicated to demonstrating sincere respect for fallen heroes, their families, and their communities.
Contact Patriot Guard Riders here.

They are standing ready to kick some cult ass and not bother taking names.
I personally applaud them.

Army Spc. Peter Navarro

died a hero , awarded posthumously, the Good Conduct Medal, the Purple Heart and the Bronze Star.
His Family stated that they had alway’s known he was a hero.
But that didn’t stop the hateful cult from protesting his funeral.
On Friday, December 23, 2005, when Specialist Navarro was laid to rest,
hate-filled protesters from the Westboro Baptist cult in Topeka Kansas showed up to picket his funeral, not the first Iraqui war hero’s funeral, nor probably the last, because they have the freedom to do what they wish. Irony.
A group of veterans God Bless them for caring, carried a large American flag to shield the funeral procession so the signs would not offend them. (Infuriate more likely).

A cult member said they plan to picket the funeral for Sgt. Cheyenne Willey, 36, of Fremont as well as the funeral of Sgt. Regina Reali, 25, of Fresno.

Michelle Malkin says ” The execrable Fred Phelps”. She is far kinder than I am.
I name them a Cult, that raises its filthy ire outside of funerals of U.S. troops because they believe soldiers’ deaths are a direct result of God’s anger at America’s sins, including the existence of homosexuality, adultery, theft and commercialism.

God Bless America, Land Of The Free.