It's been a mighty long time

Since I posted anything here.  That's the way it is in Oddz Bodkinz Land.  sometimes, no matter how hard you try you just Life gets the better of you.  Maybe forcing myself to write will help.

Here goes.

So what's new in Bodkinz Land?  Well, we are inundated with those tiny annoying fruit fly that spontaneously appear whenever the Old Fart bring homes bananas,.  He was walking around smacking them with a fly swatter and leaving the flattened carcasses stuck to wherever.  So I came up with a vinegar and epson salt spray that kills them but now the salts crystals are reforming on the walls and it's like living in a cavern.... with out the drippy water.  He's promised to help me scrub the salt off all surfaces but since he's emptied the dishwasher only 5 times in the years since we moved back home, I doubt I'll have salt scrubbing help.

Charlie's insatiable need for food, gets to me sometimes.  I understand the need but I wish he'd let me pet him and NOT have to give him food afterward for payment.  I just can't pet him to pet him.

Kali has really come out of her shell.  I didn't even know she was in a shell until she came out.  It started with her trilling to us in the morning and us singing back and her latest is actually playing tug of war with us and a pool noodle.She's even at my side in the kitchen and I don't think it's just because food 'accidentally' slips from my hand.

Then there is Sparky, our texan.  They sure birth them odd in Texas.  I have never known a dog like him.  The other day I found my bed pillow, a dog toy and an unopened bag of tortilla chips at the bottom of the outside basement stairs, right by the doggie door and on top of the drain hole.  Had he planned to leave them there or did he get side tracked?  Sparky hides his bones about the house.  He was vigorously covering a bone with plastic bags in a neat corner behind the craft room door.  Charlie wandered in to see what Sparky was doing then wandered out again.  Sparky gave me a look equivilent to a human shoulder shoulder shrug then sighed, uncovered his bone and found a new place for it.  I have never known a happier dog.The

The fire alarm in the house still screams when I make pork chops.  It's kind of hard to get to the button with the broom handle because Kali and Charlie actually push me toward the door and won't leave the house until I do.  The sound had GOT to be killing their ears. Oh and fire alarm lso occasionally tells us, usually in the middle of the night, in a conversational tone "fire' AND THEN IS SILENT AGAIN.  I swear it's giggling somewhere in the recesses of where ever it is where it hides.

For the best news, and yes, it will show just how petty I am, I am over the moon that the neighbor from hell also known as Hagatha had lost her house to foreclosure and is forced to move out.  She has been a thorn in the side of the same people in the neighborhood for years.  Her next door neighbors even had to fence their property to keep her dogs from crapping on her land.  we all have huge yards so it was a big undertaking.  When he dogs would crap in the street she would fling the turds over the fence into our yard.  It isn't just dog turds.. she lied to the police claiming my sons did something they didn't, her daughter ran into Casey with a sled busted his lip to hell and back and when he went to show  Hagatha, she turned him away.  Then there was the music, the drunken parties, the fights in the yard, he refusal to take responsibility for anything, the drinking.  Her youngest suffers from fetal alcohol syndrome.  Her nephew who was living with her nearly killed himself in a drunken accident on his 21st birthday and it took him years to die, all the while in a coma.  What did Hagatha do?  She wanted the drunken teenagers at yet another drunken party to kneel and say a prayer for her nephew, all the while she was holding a beer.  she has her sister living in a mobile home on her property, which is against zoning or so I was told when I suggested something similar for our housing after our fire.  Her son steals from everyone and when she's confronted she says her children and do and say whatever they want.  The summer we were displaced, she even pissed off all the blacks in the neighborhood by her racial slurs and suddenly no one was talking to her.  Which was good because people who didn't even live IN the neighborhood would show up at her house to hang out on the street in front of them.  The cooler crew we called them because that was their favored seating.  I even heard a cop tell her one time that he was sick to death of having to respond to calls about her and her family all the time.

Her husband died a number of years ago and she told everyone that she got $600,000.00 From his insurance.  Where the hell did the money go?  Either down her throat or up someone's nose.

I don't like to see anyone lose their home.  I would have preferred if she had moved on her own but since that was never going to happen.  So, yes, I am doing the happy dance was will the best neighbor in the world next door and the we had to fence our yard to keep your dogs out of it neighbors next to her.

I'm just wondering if she told her sister in the mobile home about this.  If not, the sister is in for a BIG surprise!

So that's it.  Who knows how long it will be before I write again.