Not to mention that Bubba Jim and Donna’s kids have been out of school and raisin’ all kinds of Cain. Thank the Good Lord Almighty they’s headed back to class tomorrow.

Gary England over in Oklahoma City says we’re in for another 6 inches, so Wilbur, he’s my man friend, took me into town this afternoon to stock up on groceries and supplies. Don’t get the wrong idea about Wilbur. We just visit back and forth, keep company, go shoppin’ and garage saleing in good weather. A few times a week, we’ll go out to eat. We have supper every Tuesday at the Sonic. That’s  half price burger day. And usually we’ll go to Ihop over in town or if we’re feelin’ real fancy, we’ll stop in at The Cracker Barrel.

 We may not be high society, but we can appreciate fining dining. Why, yesterday I whipped up a recipe I got from one of them high-falutin’ cookin’ shows on the PBS station. Polenta, they called.

Lo and behold if I didn’t have all the ingredients for it right in my cabinet. Corn meal and water.

But Wilbur, he said, “it don’t matter how much cheese put on top of this, it ain’t nothing but corn meal mush.”

So first thing this moring Wilbur fired up his four wheel drive pick up truck and off we went. The shelves at Wal-Mart was dang near empty, so we headed over to the Bob’s Redbud. I don’t like to shop there, because Bob’s wife, Lola is one of them real stuck up types, always lookin’ down her nose on folks. Thank Goodness I had the foresight to wear my good green cateye glasses, the ones with rhinestones and my fake leopard coat. I guess I showed her.

Well, I’ll sign off for now. Thanks for stoppin’ in. Ya’ll come back, now.

I got to be honest. It ain’t really a trailer park.  It’s forty acres, four miles off the paved road. They’s just one trailer. It’s a 1982 Fleetwood, single wide 16 x 90. Bubba Jim and his wife Donna live in it with their five youngin’s. They’re savin’ up for a doublewide.

I live out back in a lil ol’ trolley car Bubba Jim and his daddy, my third husband, got at an auction.

Since my fourth husband run off with a cocktail waitress from Oklahoma City, I’m on my own. Bubba Jim and Donna wanted me close to them, to watch after me, they claimed, but I think me helpin’ them watch after all them kids was more like it.

Anyhoo. I done fixed up this trolley, and it’s the cutest thing. Painted it back red like it was when it was runnin’. Got some kitty cat fabric down to the Walmart and made curtains. It suits me to a tee.

A few weeks back, Bubba Jim and Donna took a wild hair and up and got us on the interline. They went down to the Rent to Own and got them a new computer and gave me their old one. I’m so tickled to have Windows 98 and a color screen it ain’t even funny. Even though I told them all I wanted was to play solitaire and maybe type out some of my mama and grandma’s recipes, they got me hooked up to the net, so I figure writin’ about our lives is as good a way to get know my cyberspace neighbors as any.

Don’t ya’ll worry if I don’t post for a day or two. That there satellite interweb goes out ever’ time the wind blows, which if you know anything about Oklahoma, you know is pretty often. If I’m gone any longer, you’ll know Bubba Jim missed one them weekly payments and lost his new-fangled computer and took this one back.

Lookin’ forward to talkin’ to ya again real soon.