I did not know I had lived such a sheltered life. My momma had a moonshine still behind the washing machine and my daddy was a mortician. It still doesn't compare to this family. This blog keeps Nebraska from being totally boring. Wow and wow again.

I have been in one fight in my life that wasn't a sibling thing. I was in a bar with a mixed group of friends after work one night and a woman came up to me and asked me why I was hanging out with them (substitute racial slurs here.) She was a huge woman and I flipped her on her back (I learned judo as a kid) and was about to put her lights out when the bouncer pulled me off her and showed our whole group to the door. And I had four quarters on the dart machine! How unfair was that?

My friends bought the beer after that (I am a one beer kind of gal. . .cheap date in that respect.) They were all pretty shocked. . .stunned actually. One of them gave me the nicest compliment I have ever had in my life. She said, "Everybody says they aren't prejudiced, but she really isn't."

I have to admit it was a real blur and over in a flash so I am betting it was an adrenalin thing that I could never repeat in my life. Bad Quaker girl. . .bad. . .bad. . .bad. . .ha ha ha


What's happening in Nebraska?
Drought.

Eight gallons of broccoli harvested. Two 30 gallon bags of collard greens harvested. Peas in the refrigerator and freezer (no room left!) so it's time to start ripping up the spring garden and plant flowers.

Back I go to spreading rabbit manure and straw on the garden. I have let it 'cook' for a couple of weeks. Yes, John, it smells exactly like you think it would. I am trying to offend my sociopathic neighbor. She doesn't like my garden? I can show her what's not to like.