Long Weekend

AHHHH...home at last. I have discovered a very important thing this weekend. Home isn't always where the heart is....but it's most definitely where your bed is. When I moved I bought a new bed that is MUCH BETTER than the one I slept on back home. Now that I have a real bed that actually cradles you and sleeps well, I don't understand how I ever slept on the POS mattress I have back home.

My parents came up for a visit this weekend. They arrived on Friday and left on Saturday. My father is a minister and had to be back in time for church on Sunday. Even if he had the time he wouldn't be able to stay still long enough to stay for an entire weekend. If he ain't bailin' hay or fishin' he ain't happy. Since the threat of Rita on the gas the governor asked all the schools in the state to take off Monday and Tuesday so we ended up w/ a long weekend. So when Mom and Dad went home I followed them. Well....wait....I take that back. I was considering following them back and Dad decided that he had to go get gas and a "co-colar" (for those non-southerners that how we in the south say coca-cola).
It was at that point that he turned to me and the conversation went something like this

"You bringin' ya Ma home?"

My response was, "Well I reckin' if you leavin' her I don't got much choice do I?" (I don't always talk w/ this much of a southern accent, I can drop it if I need to, but around my parents...if I talk proper I get picked on about talkin' like a Yankee)

"ah'ight, I'll see ya'll at home then"

So I ended up going home and mom rode w/ me. It was cool though. I went to church w/ them Saturday night b/c they had a fish fry. I don't like fish so I stopped at Arby's on the way in and got some real food. When I left the church I went and visited B. and A. It was good seeing her after all these years. I also finally got to meet her daughter A. Talk about a sweetheart. You can already see her mother coming out in her. B. couldn't deny that child if she wanted to.

When I got home Tuesday night I was greeted by a phone call from my X....no...not the Cheater Computer Geek....the Redneck. I haven't talked to him in ages. It was nice hearing from him again. We used to talk and keep in touch but his wife doesn't like me and nagged every time he even thought of calling. I understand, I wish now I had been more precautions about my sweetie being friends w/ his X....I have learned my lesson. The thing is I am friends w/ all my X's. Weird but true.

Anyway, the Redneck is a trucker now and was telling me about some of the trips he has made to New Orleans. It's really scary some of the things that he was telling me. He said that NO was now pretty much a ghost town. That's weird to think of but true. He also said that when he went in he had to wear a bullet proof vest and wasn't allowed in w/o a police escort. He was freighting in water and supplies and on his way in there were ppl that actually shot at him. His truck and trailer are apparently covered in bullet holes now where ppl were trying to shoot him. He told me that there was actually a situation there where a boy shot his little sister in the head for a bottle of water. How insane is that!? Then you think that these ppl are moving into other states. I know that these few insane ppl don't represent the majority. There were a lot of good ppl that got put out of their homes b/c of Katrina, but you also have to remember that so did over 3,000 sex offenders and murders that were in the jails there. Then take into consideration the situations that these ppl were put in and the stress, depression, anxiety and all the other mental side effects that are to follow......It's a little scary. Now the ppl in Jasper, TX that were hit by Rita are going through some rough times b/c they aren't receiving the help they need either. I can't help but wonder what has happened to the American spirit of helping your neighbor and having a government you can depend on.

Just remember folks....you reap what you sew. So you tell me, will you have a good harvest or will your crop be left dormant?