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Comments (16)Dawna, What a perfectly awful experience you had with the fire ants! That is absolutely the worst fire ant tale I have ever heard and I am just glad that you survived. (That must have been quite a birthday celebration, at least prior to the encounter with the fire ants.) We had a local resident in Love County who passed away last summer after he was stung by several bees. He was in full cardiac and/or respiratory arrest and the paramedics couldn't save him. He was in his mid-30s and knew he was highly allergic to the bees, so I can only assume that he didn't carry an Epi-Pen with him. It was so sad. Y'all know I try to be as organic as possible, but I will whip out the chemicals in a heartbeat to deal with Fire Ants. The ONLY product we have ever used that was truly effective is called Over and Out. There is one treatment for mounds and one for broadcasting. You can't use it near edibles, though, so in the veggie garden I use Serenade. I didn't even want to try Over and Out, because we had previously tried every fire ant product on the market and nothing worked. So you can imagine my relief when this one product actually performed as promised. When we moved here from Texas, I was hoping the colder winters would keep the fire ants down there and not let them move up here. Sadly, we discovered before we even built our house in 1999 that the fire ants were already here. However, I do think the cold keeps them down somewhat because we don't have all that many here compared to what we had in Fort Worth. It is my understanding that they are slowly adapting and developing more and more cold-hardiness as time goes on, so it is anyone's guess as to how far north they may eventually go. Our weather radio went off at 9:30 this morning to tell us that Jefferson and Garvin counties were under a tornado watch unil 6 p.m., and it went off a little while ago to tell us the watch was extended to 10 p.m., so I hope y'all are safe there in Garvin County today and tonight. (WE have our weather radio programmed to alert us to watches/warningns not only for Love County but for the 6 nearest Oklahoma counties and 3 nearest Texas counties. Storms aren't going to sneak up on us! Dawn...See MoreI'm new here... I wish I wasn't
Comments (16)Hey guys... just reading that poem makes me cry again. I still cry every day. It's really hard when you're by yourself at night. I miss Danny. I made a shrine to him in my room. It's been a few months now and though the pain isn't... as consuming, it's still with me all the time. The time we had together, his youthful eyes and laughter, they haunt me, you know. It's still not right that we are here "enjoying" life and it is over for him, so young, so full of potential. I keep wondering why it has to be this way. And why he couldn't have been pulled out of the water, why those boys who were with him don't care about us, because they never call. I keep wishing I was old enough to start a family, that my ex boyfriend was a good man so I could give into his pressure to go home. But my path is set.... it's so strange but in the aftermath I see clear evidence that we (mom and I) are doing as God intends, that he has plans for us and taking my brothers away are part of the plan. For my mother at least, no clearer evidence could have been presented that God is here and He does care. My mom was devastated to be here, after her head cleared. She quit her well paying corporate job to slave away for my vengeful, tyrannical father. Things were not looking good - on top of the grief she had to suffer his abuse to pay the bills. She was depressed and felt she made a huge mistake in the wake of the grief. I felt bad b/c I insisted that God wanted us here, to help my Dad (before he betrayed us) to be where Dan was, to be in this small town away from the city, away from my ex bf. I prayed and I really thought we were doing the right thing. Even at the worst I encouraged her that somehow, God would come through - I could feel it. And He did. Out of a pool of 462 applicants in a town of 50,000, *my mother* was chosen to be the business manager/instructor for the only scuba diving school in the entire area. Her new job is about as awesome as they come. She not only gets paid to learn a new career, scuba instruction, but will be taking 10 paid vacations a year to take clients to places like Australia, the South Pacific, Hawaii and Florida. That we moved here after Dan drowned, and now she has a new career in *underwater life support* is not lost on me. Praise God - if that isn't direct evidence of his Love than I don't know what is. My beautiful mother has suffered so - this bit of security, adventure and hope for quality of life was exactly what she needed. The owner is so nice he won't ever make her dive in the huge brown river that took my brother, though it is the local attraction for his business. We also got to meet the diver who pulled my brother out of the water (bless him, if his body hadn't been recovered or recovered quickly it would have been even more tormenting) and my mom will get to be a volunteer search and rescue diver herself. I don't know what I'm doing. I was supposed to go back to school to finish 8 credits but I blew it off - until January. For some reason I lost my motivation to go to law school. I want to do something else. I don't know what. I will keep praying and maybe God will show me the path. I'd endure just about anything if I could have him back. Death is so unforgiving. A few minutes of being underwater, unconscious, and you can't come back. I've been re-reading "The Lovely Bones" and I really like the way that novel describes Heaven. The little murdered girl wonders why her dearly beloved grandparents aren't in her heaven. It's because she can't let go of watching people on Earth - her family, the investigation, her school. I like to think that Dan is here sometimes, I can almost feel him. But when he is not, he must be enjoying hot rods, powdered mountains and babes in bikinis. There must be babes in his heaven. I am waiting to find the perfect landscape tattoo artist, and then I will get a memorial tattoo in Dan's honor. It will be a silhouette of a snowboarder popping off an impossible cliff, with a burning, brilliant variegated sunset in the background. Dan Krueger, 1986 - 2004, it will say. He was such a good brother. I'm so grateful God has shown himself to me in the blessings and messages, so I know Dan continues on and I will see him again. I just wish he could "enjoy" life. Maybe heaven has all the good parts of life and none of the bad. But you can still feel things. I mourn the loss of his feeling - he loved to feel. We all do. That Dan's opportunity was taken away makes me feel like I should make the most out of life - but I don't know what to do. I'm just saving all the money I'm earning, and being here for mom. Thanks for caring, Lu, and I hope you all are holding up okay. Oh man, now I'm looking at the pictures to post the link. Pictures hurt so bad. These basic ones I've seen, I can hardly bear to look at them, and trying to look at the hundreds of family photos we have in the closet is like trying to breathe underwater. I just can't do it yet. CRY CRY CRY CRY CRY Man, it hurts....See MoreI guess, it wasn't supposed to be?
Comments (13)Moni Things happen for a reason. You will sell and you will get a great price. It took us 6 months to sell our house. We didn't have any open houses or even a for sale sign in front (DH hates those). We had lots of people come through and say..."eewww...the bathroom is pink". It only takes one buyer that will jump at the chance to own your home. Keep the faith PS....I'll be doing ritual soon and I will ask the Goddess of Home (Hestia) to help you out. It worked for us. SamKaren your resident DJ...See MoreHow did you learn Santa wasn't real?
Comments (45)We grew up dirt poor on the banks of the St. Francis River in Missouri and growing up, we never got Christmas "gifts", nor did we even have a tree. My mother however knew the story of the little girl named Virginia and the letter she wrote to the New York Sun. And I passed that on to my own children. DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’ Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus? VIRGINIA O’HANLON. 115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET. VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge. Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world. You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood. So, with that being shared, I still believe in Santa Claus, and always will. Larry...See More- 6 years ago
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