I'm gettin better

I guess my mind is doing much better for yesterday i have to admit i forgot.I was with a great lady named Mary Ann for 40 yrs.She now has a new address on a heavenly blvd.I guess my mind was tired for we met Roz's kids at the wilderness lodge at Disney world in Orlando.It seems that Anna's hubby named Dean.His grand parents had a timeshare there.So after chaseing Bubba & Jubba all around that saturday the poets mind was wore out.One picture of me late Sat night looked like death warmed over.So back to the subject at hand as i remember i valued my marriage vows & never before forgot.One thing more will i say i know she would forgive me this time for it would of been 46 yrs sfp

it's not quiet

Tis not quiet what it used to be.But as you get older you have to accept the things that are very different in your life.My life before 12/08 was different than it is now.I lived from a young man of 17 to an older man of 57.Those were very good years i have to say.Those little ones that used to jump into my arms now won't look at me.Well it seems i had distraction in my life where my face was turned from them.It was summer or 04 before peace came to my heart.Now i can hold Roz's little one's whom you know as Bubba & Jubba as in my previous story's.Tomorrow is a big day we go from 2 wheels to a trike.I feel it will be safer from the Roz & i.Well its another Christmas season upon us.I hope for a good season & you can be sure as it says in God's word i WILL keep my lamp full of oil & watch for his no i guess it should be said our Lord the true God & Savoir JESUS.Happy trails till we meet again. Rooster

i lived throught it

Every other Monday night the men at my church gather for prayer.I had told our worship leader the sunday before that i wanted a piece of the cake that was featured on her blog.That blog is http://.sevenchicks.typepad.com/ where you can see the mother of all choc cakes.Her hubby said after our prayers that he had something for me.If you remember that movie A Christmas Story about the little boy wanting a bb gun.I need to say sometimes you get what you ask for.I got a piece of the mother of all cakes.On the way home last evening i had trouble keeping it between the lines for the choc smell was all through the truck.As i entered Roosterville i said real loud I HAVE IT.Ms Roz came running WHAT WHAT WHAT?? I lifted the cake to her nose and sweat came upon her upper lip.I pealed the wrap back and just smelled then as Carl Edwards does when he wins a nascar race.I jumped into the nearest kitchen chair and did a backflip.I was awaken by the Roz the next morning it seemed i had dreamed it all.But i still scurried to the kitchen and looked there it was still there all wrapped the MOTHER OF ALL CHOC CAKES sandy footed poet

tomorrow she

Lordy lordy as i sit and peck i bet the Roz is flytrappin already.Tomorrow you she be her big day.I have all hidden yes i surely do a box all white from mail order Macy's.An all white ribbon is wrapped all around.A bit of jingle and jangle sure be in the box.I told her just before we said prayer's that to Madison's we surely would go.Ok tis all i can say about the big day but but one more thing.Roz cannot drive 55 anymore. sandy footed poet

she left here with a sword

I must surely say that i do feel for her co-workers today.The Roz left the house today looking to board her ship like she did last year.With shakey knees i waved goodbye as she drove up the drive.I sure hope she doesn't try to make her ceo at the hospital to walk the plank.Today is satan's holiday.I guess i never have been big on holloween.The history of it was very real in the olden days.I'm thankful that many church's have alternative programs.One more thing as the Roz left a while ago i realized she had a BLACKENED TOOTH sandy footed poet

if i could

I saw a movie tonight and Dolly sang at the ending soundtrack.If i could do it all again.I would of took more walks with hands a holdin.I would of talked a whole lot less and listened a whole lot more.I would of learned to do the choirs or at least tryed to help.I would hoped for a fast foward from 12/08/02 to aug 04 then the guilt would not lay upon my soul at tymes like this.A body form that stayed near me was prayed away sometyme in May.This guilt now that comes sometymes is not allowed to stay anymore.A staying here with sand in my shoes would still be okay for the one i miss the most would love to be just here.I would not have cast off from shore and left my blood to fend for themselves.I would not of put my name upon the the paper to take her home from the bloodline.When i golf and hit away i wish i could call it back.But alas its all the past and the past can not be even changed.One thing i say for shore as i feel the mist depart.The broom would still be jumped on the boat that night in the gulf of mexico.And the hd ring put in the bottle would still be cast upon the water.I would not change a thing of this new life i say this from my heart. sandy footed poet

it was not fun

Hello i say youall the poet is pecking on this fine night.I can say this blog today is about the highs and lows on a monday past.There is but 3 things and a movie i could but watch.But a peckin for now i sure will do.What a day i say what a day you see ole miss done beat i say done beat the gators in the swamp.An alabama does seem to be whippin those ga dawgs.I have had the highs this week but then the lows but on the same dayyyyy!!I sold a house that my sister lived in.She had nowhere to live three years ago so i was able to buy from kin a small house for sis to live in.A few months back she bought a place with payment lower than the rent i charged so i said go for it.On wed last the last load was done WHEW!!!On monday past i hadthe high was closeing sale of the sister rental.Now i,ll tell about the low.I had to go to the doctor that has a habit of looking for the perfect hole and i not be talkin about golf.It seemed the poets prosate numbers were up that is psa numbers.So a biopsy he wanted to take from me.I guess he sure got carried away for he ended up with 12.My clothes were piled in a chair then the position i did but do.For i told him getter done.When for it sure was all over i seemed to bleed all over the place.After the blood i say i almost went to sleep but not because i wanted to.I told the nurse i hoped she made good wages for doing omy she did did did.I told them both i haven,t been cleaned like that since my MOMA did it.When they got done i tell you this i hit the door a runnin and as white as a sheet i told Roz take me homeeeee.Monday will be the day i guess the reconing i will hear.All who reads this blog that prays to our loving God.Pray that i will have a very good report.sandy footed poet

Bubba did

Well its been a few days since i have heard from down Bartow way.You see thats where Lady Roz,s grandchillen live.I know you remember them.Bubba & Jubba is what i surely call them.Well this story for shore this tyme is about the oldest Bubba.But i bet ya that little Jubba was ready to go also.It seems that the adults in the house had to some work for Bubba done pulled a new stunt.It seems they had to change the furniture in the living room.It seems Bubba had been paying attention how poppa Earn was opening the door.That Bubba done climbed up on the back of the short couch & was fixen to blow the joint by slipping out the chain & turning the deadbolt.I guess he felt like Steve Mcqueen in the movie the great escape.One thing more i betya Jubba wouldn,t leave without his BLLLAAANNKEEEEE sandy footed poet

he forgot to duck

That little boy that Grandma Roz loves so much is the headliner in this story.If you remember we do call him Bubba.His little brother Jubba gets to set on the bench in this story.Uncle Deano was rough housin Bubba the other day in Momas Kims kitchen or i guess the dining room if you want to get uptown.Little Bubba done spun around to get away from Deano when bam he done run slap into the table edge.Poor Bubba the poet show knows that done hurt him a whole lot.In fact he hit it so hard the brand name should be branded to his forehead.In fact Bubba goes around quacking like a duck for he done got a goose egg on his forehead. sandy footed poet

I still have!

In my bathroom i still have somethings that belonged to her the her who now resides with him.The him being the Lord of all.Sometimes you can not hardly speak his name.A bottle of mousse that i remember well after shower was applied.In few minutes she was ready to go to work to or to church or travel with the Poet.If my glasses get the need to be cleaned.I in my walkin at the end hangs a teashirt.This is surely what i use & over by the window is a small trunk that belongs to Lady Roz the one who now shares my life.When i get the need to go & clean more than my glasses i go to the trunk that is my altar.I beg you readers of this way of communication that you make yourself a place to seek the face of HIM!sandy footed poet

a sugar high!!!

Bubba & jubba are good little boys wellllll most the time anyway.The poet does need to tell this tale he done heard today.You see mom Kim works 2nd shift while Poppa ern works days at the tree house.I guess this is an upscale daycare.Mom Kim that mornin was still catchin zzzzzzzzzs when Bubba & Jubbas feet done hit the floor.I can just see them in my mind them justa runnin around lookin to see what they could get into.Sorta like the munchkins in the wizard of oz.Like a light came on in there head they realized that mom was not in there with them.They i guess felt like Apollo Spacemen for they would go where they had not been before.They pulled the garbage can over to the counter & went exploring.What is this the sugar canister suuuuggggaaarrr.They were havin a time of there life & a sugar buzz they were gettin.When when i say then along came mom.Yup you guessed it busted.After a whupin then time out I think i could see in my mind Jubba sittin in timeout thinking in his mind.I hope i didn,t get any sugar on my bbblllaannkee!!!! sandy footed poet

i am ahhhhhhhhh!

The poet is lookin foward to 9/12/08.It seems that the Red Hen & Mr B are gonna be in the local city i live in.They are on there way to the keys.I made a run at the Red Hen in 04 & it just did not work out.I sure put a lot of time & racking my brain to put out Rooster Tales.It was a story about Rooster chasin the Red Hen.I even thought of taken my HD to the meeting & give the Red Hen that bike ride that we were supposed to take in 04.I have to say the poet got cold feet & blew the coop early on the Red Hen back then.Later i found out she still had her heart still turned toward Texas.I have found out through hindsight that God our Father has everything under control.SOOOO i and Lady Roz are lookin foward to supper with this Texas two some.If i put the Red Hen behind me on my HD shoot she just might peck meeee!!! sandy footed poet

bubba & jubba

Bubba & Jubba are two little boys whom grandma Roz holds real close to her heart.The names that the poet calls them are not there real names but i guess you done figured that out.It seems that that Bubba had to go to speech class & Jubba needed to go stay at the tree house with Daddy early that day.So So So Mom got the boys up early this am & Bubba did real good,but Jubba done had & accident sometime into the night.When he done hit the floor & by the way he likes to wake himself up.Do you get the picture?He was a surenuff a drownded rat he was & then & then Moma took his blankeeee away to wwwaaaasssshhh itttt!!!! sandy footed poet

Wabitt what happened?

Every wed of the week they had a employee sale.She always worked the sale by helping out.Running the cash register, helping load boxes etc.Working the sale gave her the chance to shop early.I remember many times going by & loading my truck to take treasures home.When the angel came to take her home there was an attic full plus two sheds.We did give a lot away over the years.Giving the treasure was a lot of fun for us both.I now live in the sandy state where i get to play golf year round.The reason for this story is the plight of one of my many animals.I have frogs,wabitts,squirrels,hedgehogs plus a pelican.These were all bought in the williams sonoma sale many years ago.As you know from my previous story i watch over these things because of who got them.So now i look into the yard and to wonder what could but break next.I see one of my wabitts sitting there with no ears???? Wabitt where are your ears??? sandy footed poet

It once was blue

It once was blue this precious globe that came from near Elvisville.I cared for it & watched it close when the travel it did go.When Francis,Charlie then Ivan stirred the wind nearby.I guarded this object with all my might.You see this globe was bought by the pretty lady that now holds the nail scared hands in a place not near this sinful place.So to move on with this story i took the blue one under one arm then the silver.The Roz & i spied the bushes near the steps to put them there while the Fay done came our way.And the what that i did do. I who held everything my Mary touched so close to my chest.I the poet broke it banging it upon the steps IIIIIIIIIIII DID sandyfooted poet

Who b your valentine?

As the poet of the sandy state does begin to start a verse.He thinks he thinks why o why does he even have to make a verse or line for some to read.He thinks of the written word that was in book form of love lost so long ago that made the tears to flow as they have done so many times before.Tis was a book about a last valentine of the great ww2.It made him think of the one he loved for for 40 yrs.Then his mind told him that love it has not a bit changed since 12/08/02.The poet can all but say that love can grow and grow as we get older and look that we will see those again but on that distant shore.It but makes me think to that time when a life was given not taken away on a cross that fateful day.He gave to all of us a choice that to recieve or but reject.That valentine was mine he gave to me on that day i have spoke of and the poet does hope you think a minute on this thing.For many i have gotten over 63 yrs but the best i say was from him. 8/21/08 sandy footed poet