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* Got the kids up, had breakfast and tested the 7 …

* Got the kids up, had breakfast and tested the 7 yr old on his spelling. He was so tired that he was making errors like “time lineline” and “Sams’s” If he concentrates, he should test out of spelling this week with the pre-test. 7 and 10 yr old were jolly. I gave the 13 yr old his medicine half an hour late. The 10 yr old turned me down for the “he and me” dance this coming Saturday. I asked that she see how many people in her class are going and told her “we don’t have to dance. We can go and just have fun.” She’s afraid I’ll embarass her and she is too self-conscious to dance. Dancing could be so healthy for her.

* Drove the kids to school. Our carpooler was slow today we almost didn’t make it on time.

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* One hour before the kids rise. My neck aches in …

* One hour before the kids rise. My neck aches in the area where you’d take a pulse. I’ve got another load of laundry in, added wood to the fire, took some trash to the street and am settling in to program. On good news, the mud stains appear to have mostly come out. I think one more treatment would have removed them completely but I’ll try that after the next wear.

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A New Day! Let’s start the day off with a PayPa…

A New Day!

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This Morning

* Time to start the day. There’s no point to being in bed anyway. Started 30 minutes ago with a few minutes of Scarface. Then restarted the fire. Then decided to quit procrastinating on a pair of pants that got mudstained a year or more ago. Not even sure they fit. I scrubbed and bleached and did my best. Now I’m moving laundry to the dryer and will start a load to see if I got the stains out.

* Let’s make this a productive day despite all the adversity.

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The White Trash Wars Chapter 1 So, I don’t live a…

The White Trash Wars Chapter 1

So, I don’t live as I was raised. And my Irish temper shows through too much and perhaps my Southern upbringing allows a little too much redneck to rear its head. The debts I created for myself in college and in my attempt at running my first business keep me trapped in a lower middle class state. My driveway looks like a scene from “Sanford and Son” and I live on unkempt parcel of land that is nearly an acre. The house is being remodelled as quickly as my income and time will allow (which isn’t that fast–ain’t I should say). The gutters have been removed on the back, one downspout just barely hangs on the side of the house, a hole is covered with torn plastic where an airconditioner unit used to be. The siding is faded and the shutters are painted green clashing with the grayish color of the vinyl siding.

So, I have renters next door. All the neighbors would like to see that house sold to a family and renters be gone. When they moved in one of their friends came speeding through the cove and I confronted him and the “neighbor” got down right unneighborly with me. I’ve just spoken to his mother about honking the horn when she pulls up to pick him up for work. I didn’t address her speeding yet; however, I expect there to be repercussions. I sort of fear underhanded attacks like the time they just spread garbage on our driveway (apparently the raccoons–yes, we have possum too–had torn up our garbage and got it on their yard. I was in LA so I couldn’t confront them). I suspect he’ll be wanting to chat with me. That’ll be chapter 2.

Enjoy my wife’s perspective on it.