Love, Life and Everything

Ok, so the real problem with illegal immigration isn't that these desperate people looking for better lives are going to steal you jobs and not pay taxes.  No, it's much worse than that.  It's that many of them are being "sold" these better lives by people in our own country at the detriment of those of us here legally. Let me give you a not so hypothetical story about a young woman named Juanita.  Juanita is destitute, starving, and desperate in the streets of Mexico.  She is desperately searching for a way out of her horrible situation.  She is told "Go to the US.  There you can make money, there you can find a better life."  But she doesn't know how.  She has very little money to get there, and she has no way of getting there.  She is also told it is illegal to go there without the proper paperwork.  She doesn't know how to get this paperwork she so desperately wants. One day, a man approaches her "Juanita, I can help you.  I can get yo

Our trees are here and planted!!!  They arrived on a Wednesday afternoon.  I drove to our property after work and met my husband and dad there.  We had a limited amount of time to get it done before the sun started setting.  Forty trees is a lot to plant, but fortunately, we had done so much prep work before hand.  Brandon had gone out the day before and scooped out each hole a little bit so we could plant our trees quicker. Each tree came in a cute little container. Such a cute little tree. Each tree was roughly 2 - 4 inches tall, and ready to be planted. The holes with a bit of dirt removed for easy tree placement. One tree place, 39 to go. So tiny. This is one of the larger ones.  This picture was taken mid-planting. Gathering dirt to continue planting. 40 of 40! By the time we were finished, the shadows were long, and the sun was setting.  But what a rewarding way to end the day.  We water the trees once a week, and have added root stimulator to

OK, My turn. When I was 5, my parents moved to a great big house in a city.  I had lots of friends that lived nearby, and that I went to school with at the Catholic School.  But one boy came over a lot more than the others.  He lived with his grandmother because his mother was in prison.  For what, I don't know, but I do know that he had a very troubled life.  He was a few years older than me, but he still came over to "play" all the time.  At first, I was happy to play with him, then things changed.  He wanted me to kiss him.  I didn't want to.  It made me uncomfortable.  He threatened me with all sorts of things.  The more I resisted, the worse and more outlandish the threats got.  Remember, I was 5, threats of magic, and other such things, worked on my overactive imagination.  The threat that worked the most was that he would make my parents disappear if I didn't kiss him like they did in the movies.  He would do things like "lock" me in the bathtub

I never thought I would say this, but digging holes is hard.  40 of them.  That's how many we dug.  And by we, I should say Brandon.  He dug most of them, despite being ill and having to take frequent breaks, he still managed to dig almost all of them.  40 two-foot wide, two-foot-deep holes.  I was mostly there for encouragement, and "to look cute" as he put it.  But, our son and I filled in most of those holes.  We have 12 left.  Why fill them in before we plant?  Our trees are not coming until September, and they are only going to be about a foot tall.  But as noted in a previous post,  (as noted and pictured in a previous post - http://everythinglovelife.blogspot.com/2018/07/adventures-on-my-property.html ) there are so many rocks, and in the areas where there are no rocks, the soil is compacted and hard.  We had to use a spike bar to get through those holes.  But now that the digging is finished, filling them in is a breeze.  However, I do not recommend digging holes

I was listening to the radio on my way to buy groceries this afternoon, and the host said that something like 78% of Americans believe in fate and that quite a few have made an important life decision based on a fortune cookie or a coin toss.  That got me thinking about things in my life that are more than just coincidence.  I am a strong believer in fate, but I am also a believer in free will.  Can the two go hand in hand?  Absolutely.  I won't get into that right now, but maybe someday I will. 19 years ago, I was in the summer melodrama.  A summer job I loved immensely, and miss terribly.  In the play, my character was engaged to the Hero.  The play was roughly 45 minutes long, and we performed 2 nights a week.  I wore an engagement ring for a total of an hour and a half a week.  Not long at all.  But it felt very, very odd to take it off every night.  So odd, that I wanted to keep it on to keep away that strange feeling.  I was told it was just me getting used to wearing it, b

I've been told that I should add my work on my property to my blog.  I thought that was a great idea, but just never got around to it.  So here it goes. A little less than 3 years ago, my husband I bought roughly 5 acres in a subdivision right off the highway.  For a very long time, we told no one.  Primarly because we couldn't even get on it without fearing for our safety.  There was a crazy, paranoid guy living toward the end of the subdivision who put up a locked gate on the easement road.  Unfortuantely, he was within his rights to do that - I'll get to why later.  But he threatened all curren landowners, realtors, and potential landowners that attempted to get to their properties.  He terrified my realtor, and supposedly caused another realtor to quit her job, but we bought the property anyway.   We figured it would be a good investment, but we did look at getting our own easement into our property to avoid his locked gate. We got approval for the new entrance, but