I've made a deal with myself

Strange way to begin a blog post after ignoring my blog for days, right?  

The title has to do with an addiction.  I'm sure that sends my readers trying to figure out what my problem is, so I'll put your mind at ease.

I've pretty well conquered any addictions you might be thinking of, but this one would seem rather harmless:  It's a game called Words With Friends 2.

I love the game!  I'm not even that great at it, but once I got hooked, I couldn't stop.  I consistently played as many games at once as they allowed me.  Oh, the glorious feeling when I beat someone who was more skilled!  Oh, the grief, when I lost to someone who usually never wins.

I've had many Internet addictions:  The chat rooms, Facebook, reading other folks' blogs, Farmville... I could go on, but you get the idea. 

So I'm going to stay off WWF for at least a week.  When I go back, any day I don't post a blog entry will be a day I won't allow myself to play my favorite game.  Yes, friends and neighbors, I'm putting myself in time-out.  Either I straighten up, or I'm doomed to life without my favorite game.  You've missed out on so much lately, thanks to my lack of motivation when it comes to blogging.  Just this past week, our son, his daughter, and her baby have been here from Georgia.

Cliff and six-month-old Maelynn

Also, our oldest granddaughter took her mother to Cancun and left her sweet little dog with us.  Gabe loved having a little friend, even though Rory stole his bed all the time.

Gabe with his Shi-tzu girl friend Rory

I turned 75 years of age (no picture for that, but I look the same as the last picture I've shared with you, whenever that was).

And yesterday, for my birthday, the pump on our well quit.  It wasn't too much of an ordeal, though.  Cliff and Arick got a new pump at Menard's, and within four hours we had running water in the house once again.

How could they help but have good fortune with Gabe as a supervisor

So.  I still have a few WWF2 games to finish, because I didn't want to leave my opponents hanging.  I'm turning down new requests for new games, although it's hard, because I've played with many of these people for weeks or months.  But it's only a game!  It isn't real life.  

I should be checking in more frequently now with my random stories.  I'll leave you with these words of wisdom and hope to have something for you tomorrow.  

Thanks you for putting up with my stuff.

Things happening outside

First of all, let me show you how some of my tomatoes are doing:  It's the same plant in both pictures, but from different sides.  

Of course with all the rainy weather, blight showed up early.  Cliff said somebody told him I should take the blighted leaves off as soon as they appear.  

I'm pretty sure I remember trying that idea in the past to no avail, but since I have so few plants, what could it hurt?  I'll let you know how it works out in the end.  Those biggest tomatoes are already bigger than some tomatoes you can buy in the store, so I'm hoping for the best.

Yes, I'm still slacking as a blogger.  I hope I'm not going to fizzle out completely, like so many have.  Sunday before last, the day after our big concert by Ricky Skaggs, we went to Truman Lake Opry to see Gene Watson for the fourth or fifth time.  As soon as he came out on stage and began singing, I could tell his voice wasn't as strong as usual, although he still sounded pretty good.  "He's sick," I thought.  Before long, he apologized that he was having a bit of a struggle with allergies.  I'm thinking he was worse off than just "suffering from allergies".  He looked sort of flushed, and just wasn't his old happy-acting self.  Still, he was in the lobby afterward for autographs and pictures.  "The show must go on."

I don't know why I look five months pregnant in this shot, but just deal with it, OK?  Maybe I should go look at myself in the mirror and see if I look that way all the time!  Nah, then I'd have to do something about it, right?  It probably has something to do with bad posture, which I am constantly trying to correct (to little avail).  

Gene has a ridiculous tour schedule, especially considering he's my age.  I get a kick out of his bass player, who stands in the background during their shows acting like he's having some sort of seizures or fits while he plays.  I wish I had taken a brief video, but I thought I could come home and find a video of him on Youtube.  Nope.  That didn't happen.  I had Cliff take a picture of me with him, but to look at him or talk to him, you'd think he was the quietest, most normal person you've ever seen.

He doesn't even look like himself when he's not cavorting and twitching and clenching his teeth

Here you see him on stage, behind Gene.  His name is Staley Rogers, and I googled him every way a person can be googled!  Not a video anywhere.  You'll just have to take my word for it.  

I have a great idea for another entry, so stay tuned for a shocking story soon to come.

Unfaithfully yours, (ha!)
Donna

PS:  I'll try to get back to being a faithful blogger again.