Let the record reflect, my back votes no on the split yard session. I had long sensed that the weed eating bothered me more than the mowing. I am currently waiting for some tylenol to take over before I go out and walk around behind the mower.

My weed eating experience wasn't what I had planned. Half way through I got to stop for an extended period to do weed eater maintenance, then my next task was dependent upon an e-mail response which never came.

Kind of makes me wonder how some businesses can function, much less survive.

The last e-mail I had sent to this person was never answered by him, another officer in this business responded, telling me they would be sure my man got the message. A week later I got a phone call from my man.

I sure hope my man's Daddy owns the business, or that my man has some dirt on whoever does.

I seem to be struggling right now on several fronts. I am trying to just not spazz.

Have a weekend!

FATHER, could YOU just give me a little hint on where we are going and what is going to happen? Peace, perfect peace. I know, I've got a ways to go. Forgive me.