Monday, September 15, 2008

My Day...Monday

Thank you Lord for this beautiful day!




Noah and I got up early and headed outside. There was lots of work to do.

Rudy and I had started cleaning up yesterday, so we already had lots of stuff to burn, 1st things first, we started the fire.

This is a view of all the work I have to do today...
There were pears, rotton, and just ones that had fallen onto the ground, and bees swarming everywhere.

I fixed that. I dug a big hole and shoved all the pears into it and buried them.





Noah loved all the fresh dirt,He had a ball!
We got back on the mower after we finished cleaning around the pine trees, and guess what we saw?

Whitney
Noah had to get off the mower and greet her :)


This picture was taken while I was laying on the ground resting for a bit.

My presidental advertisement...I'm really not very excited about our upcoming election.
What a beautiful day...It was probly in the low 70's and it was perfect weather for yardwork

I took Whitney to guitar lessons and we passed the methodist church, there were several "refugees" sitting outside in the smoking section. We didn't get any good pictures because we didn't want them to notice us taking pictures. These are a sad lot of people, we call them refugees here, they should call them refugees where ever they come from. They are totally dependant on our government, our taxes, to pay their way in life. The way I'm feeling about all this is told in this simple little story:


“I bought a bird feeder. I hung it on my back porch and filled it with seed. Within a week we had hundreds of birds taking advantage of the continuous flow of free and easily accessible food. But then the birds started building nests in the boards of the patio, above the table, and next to the barbeque. Then came the poop. It was everywhere: on the patio tile, the chairs, the table …… simply everywhere. Then some of the birds turned mean: They would dive bomb me and try to peck even though I had fed them out of my own pocket. And other birds were boisterous and loud: They sat on the feeder and squawked and screamed at all hours of the day and night and demanded that I fill it when it got low on food. After a while, I couldn’t even sit on my own back porch anymore.
I took down the bird feeder and in three days the birds were gone. I cleaned up their mess and took down the many nests they had built all over the patio. Soon, the backyard was like it used to be…. quiet, serene and no one demanding their rights to a free meal.
Now lets see….our government gives out free food, subsidized housing, free medical care, free education and allows anyone born here to be an automatic citizen. Then the illegals came by the tens of thousands. Suddenly our taxes went up to pay for free services; small apartments are housing 5 families: you have to wait 6 hours to be seen by an emergency room doctor: your child’s 2nd grade class is behind other schools because over half the class doesn’t speak English: Corn flakes now come in a bilingual box; I have to press “one” to hear my bank talk to me in English, and people waving flags other than “Old Glory” are squawking and screaming in the streets, demanding more rights and free liberties.
Maybe it’s time for the government to take down the bird feeder?”

SO , How was YOUR day?




3 comments:

megan c. said...

i really love your blog.
i live in paris and its totally differnt.

whitneyy:) said...

hello mother, this looks like an eventfull fun filled dayy:)
i hope you had a blassstttt:)
loveyou
<3whitneyyy:)

Glenda, saved by grace said...

I have a feeling Whitney is really Megan C and visa versa.
Thank you for the comments girls (girl)
I love you too