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