Grandma's Can Ride Mechanical Bulls Too!

Tonight I just had to catch up with you. Can you believe I am once again so far behind in blogging. My thoughts and prayers have been with all of you so affected by the storms. My friend over at his great site wrote a post about the hardships their community and state are going through. If you have a chance go by and read this post written by Gorges Smythe and tell him hello from me. I have to say after reading this I knew that I had no problems whats so ever.

My first big excuse for not being the friend I want to be is my landlady showed up Sunday evening with her over night bag and is still here. She was kind enough to realize how much work I had trying to fix the pink house up after the nasty stinky renters moved out and decided she should come and help me clean. Trust me You really don't want to hear the gory details of our cleaning this house. 


My other excuse is I am sitting here tonight with a my big back end on a pillow and my foot propped up on another one. You see my John Deere blew a Behring the other day and I actually was thrown around on that darn tractor just like I was riding a mechanical bull. 


It seems somehow the behring  that I guess holds the mowing deck together broke and since this deck is under the tractor it was a loud noise that I thought sounded like an explosion and then all of sudden instead of mowing I was being tossed every which way and something was hitting the bottom of my feet which was causing me great agony. I somehow came to my senses and turned the key off. 


For one minute I really thought I was a goner. It was terrifying to not know what was going on but I seriously thought something had blown up. My bucket list was flying through my mind.


I managed to get off of it and never even looked back to see if anything was left of the tractor. After the ride it had just given me I really did not care if it was laying on the ground in a thousand pieces. All I knew was I had to get home and get my boots off just in case my feet started swelling. 


My girlfriend Sharon came by and looked at the foot that I thought got most of the hits and told me she thought it was just heavily bruised.  I finally went out and looked at the tractor and OMG it was something how much that big ole thing tore the heck out of the tractor. Bent everything that could of been bent. 


The steel gas petal and brake were bent all to heck which I guess was one reason my foot was hurting so bad. 


When the guy from John Deere picked it up he could not believe how damaged it was. He told me how lucky I was that I did not loose a foot or leg. I had no idea it was that bad.


Well now a week later I have so much pain in the other foot that I thought was not hurt. It feels like it is broken but I really think it was just bruised or sprang-ed badly. I think since my landlady is here and we are working like dogs that it just aggravated it. 

She may be 77 years old but she can work circles around me. I mean her feet hit the floor at 6am and we don't stop until 7 or 8pm. I tried to explain to her that I keep a blog and I need time for it but she gave me that very same look I gave her on our trip to Charleston to the GOP debates when she would do something crazy. I just pray that Ms Pearl remembers that she is a guest here and to please treat her like one.

Not sure when she is going back home. Every day she comes up with a list a mile long for things to do the next day. I am starting to feel my age and right now as I am writing my eyes are closing and my head is nodding. lol

So hope these excuses fly and that I am forgiven for not writing. I do think of you often and wonder if your okay. If your ever in this area I will let you ride the ole John Deere.

Sweet Dreams
Maggie