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Burning Bush

Prentiss

one of the historic buildings i maintain

Parade 2009

Parade 2009

Camelot Leisure Living enters a float Saturday in Ferriday, and again
Sunday in the Vidalia Parade. Kay wins 1st place in the small float category
on Saturday. Still waiting on Sundays announcements.

Conscripted

I have been volunteered to do community service work for the Nursing Home float.
The parade is Saturday and we don't have a lot of time and are having to work long hours after dark.
With the temperature drop, you can see I had to build a makeshift fire. I had everything worked out in my
head until Kay checked with the parade organizer and found out the theme for this year is Santa's Workshop. Duh.
As you can see, it is incomplete, I will post some finished pictures when I can.
Wishing her luck for !st place this year, she deserves it.

Bought Kay a new Honda

Honda

Kay's Christmas

Story from Democrat staff reports

Google search:

The Natchez Democrat - Eola Hotel, Guest House, Prentiss Club sell ...

Nov 17, 2009 ... The Eola sold to the highest bidder for $4.8 million. Both the Guest House and Prentiss Club were sold to a bidder for $800000 each. ...
www.natchezdemocrat.com/.http://tejasmidget.multiply.com/eola-hotel-guest-house-prentiss-club-sell-auction/ - 18 hours ago

It is now 9PM, The bidding was over at 6PM(3 hours ago), with an online bidder with top bid
hmm....

Another album

What interests a child? Sometimes it is the simplicity of life.
I would that we could all see things this clearly.

Surprise

kay loves surprises!
she left me here by myself all day!

zoo and stuff

just pictures

Kaye's zoo trip

Cooler temperatures aside, the Alexandria zoo decorations and the sights were a treat for some of the residents of Camelot Leisure Living Nursing Home.
This is just one of the many activies that Kay plans throughout the year. She is one busy lady.

listen

Wanda's dishwasher quit working so she called in a repairman. Since she had to go to work the next day, she told the repairman, I'll leave the key under the mat. Fix the dishwasher, leave the bill on the counter, and I'll mail you a check.  "Oh, by the way don't worry about my dog Spike. He won't bother you. But, whatever you do, do NOT, under ANY circumstances, talk to my parrot". I MUST STRESS TO YOU: "DO NOT TALK TO MY PARROT!" When the repairman arrived at Wanda 's apartment the following day, he discovered the biggest, meanest looking dog he has ever seen. But, just as she had said, the dog just lay there on the carpet watching the repairman go about his work. The parrot, however, drove him nuts the whole time with her incessant yelling, cursing and name calling. Finally the repairman couldn't contain himself any longer and yelled, "Shutup, you stupid, ugly bird!" To which the parrot replied, "Get him Spike!"----------------------------------------------------------------  See - Men just don't listen!

Out takes

A few of my favored shots from the video,
and a couple of overlooked ones that didn't make it through editing.
We are happy to see his continued interest in this property.

listen

Wanda's dishwasher quit working so she called in a repairman. Since she had to go to work the next day, she told the repairman, I'll leave the key under the mat. Fix the dishwasher, leave the bill on the counter, and I'll mail you a check. "Oh, by the way don't worry about my dog Spike. He won't bother you. But, whatever you do, do NOT, under ANY circumstances, talk to my parrot". I MUST STRESS TO YOU: "DO NOT TALK TO MY PARROT!" When the repairman arrived at Wanda 's apartment the following day, he discovered the biggest, meanest looking dog he has ever seen. But, just as she had said, the dog just lay there on the carpet watching the repairman go about his work. The parrot, however, drove him nuts the whole time with his incessant yelling, cursing and name calling. Finally the repairman couldn't contain himself any longer and yelled, "Shutup, you stupid, ugly bird!" To which the parrot replied, "Get him Spike!"---------------------------------------------------------------- See - Men just don't listen!

No Problem

Our youngest Click on the video to launch it, quicktime plugin or player required Flash version here: curtisOut takes

No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problem

My youngest

Attachment: curt2.mov
Attachment: curt2.mov
Attachment: postermovie.mov

No Problem

Our youngest, always industrious, full of life and energy.
Shaping his future, we are proud of his vision.
Quicktime version:HERE

Rain Blooms

These haven't bloomed well for 3 seasons, the rains are making up for it

In all the recent rains which we wish would end soon, the plants are taking advantage of the cooler weather and drenched soil. For the first time there are blooms on the elephant ears, something we haven't ever seen in our yard.

Race Day2

This is after his qualifying run, which places in in the correct bracket for similar estimated timed vehicles.

Darrell recently acquired an old Bronco, and after some slight modifications and tune ups, enters it in a couple of local competitions. A mud competition in Natchez, which I didn't get to attend, and this one, the last race of the season at Sandy Lake. Had to take off early from work to watch him run in E.T competition on a dirt track, even had the privilege of riding along on his final run.

Race Day

Darrell recently acquired an old Bronco, and after some slight modifications and tune ups, enters it in a couple of local competitions. A mud competition in Natchez, which I didn't get to attend, and this one, the last race of the season at Sandy Lake. Had to take off early from work to watch him run in E.T competition on a dirt track, even had the privilege of riding along on his final run.

I am romantic

I I am romantic.m romantic.
33 years ago, as we returned from our honeymoon, I was broke, almost!
I had one dollar left in my pocket, and we stopped at the Handy Pak, bought a cola and a bag of peanuts to share.
It must have been an incredible omen, as ever since then, we seen to be very broke come September 3rd.
Never forgetting our humble beginnings, I return today with a bottled coke and a bag of peanuts.
It cost me $1.40. I think this means that my investment has increased in value by 40%.
I may be broke, I may be overextended on my cc, and under paid on my taxes(again), but I am happy.
God has surely smiled on me.                             


This is me and my sweetheart a few days ago.
As I gaze into her eyes, I make a promise.
Always remember,

I am romantic.

new stuff

indians.mp4

100_4464_16_9.mp4

deja vu

Kay loves the new paint, especially the way the green shows thru.


Everyone has heard me talk about the sage green wall I was after but didn't get, we bought walmart paint instead.
Some have heard me talk about wanting to do a Tuscan Orange focal wall as seen on HGTV.
Paint store guys don't watch HGTV, but do know how to furrow their eyebrows(they go to school for this, I think).
After a long fruitless hunt for the proper color, I walked into a Sherwin Williams store that had recently painted in a color that appealed to me... penny pincher orange.
The real name, Pennywise, a slightly copper colored reddish orange thats supposed to resemble old pennies. Hope your computers render it okay.

My Wish2

My Wish

This is a collection of my eldest
who has been very much in my thoughts lately.
I've pieced together a few photographs that are memories of
yesterdays, and reminders of our tomorrows.
I call this collection; Growing_Pains

My Wish2

Attachment: Growing_Painz.mov

My Wish

This is a collection of my eldest who has been very much in my thoughts lately.
I've pieced together a few photographs that are memories of yesterdays,
and reminders of our tomorrows. I call this collection; Growing_Painz

Growing_pains

Darrell Growing Pains

My boy

Attachment: darrell3.mov

Growing Pains

okay

Remember when_music3.mp4

takes plaxe of embedded .mov?

Remember When2

A father's perspective 

rehearsal_burns2.mp4

Remember When

A fathers perspective

nostalgia_farm2

This is the sepia version, and a little shorter than the original with color images.
Link: Country Time

Country time

A few shots of Darrell's farm & family along with a few of our place.
Finally, after a half dozen re-makes, I've included the
converted .mov video. It requires flash.
The other option being to ftp it to the server and embed.

Farm2, off the beaten path

After a bit of trail and error,
here is the working video,
with sound,
of Darrell and family.

Farm_take2

Hopefully, this will play a little better than the last one.

farm1.1.mov_take2

Rehearsal

July 24, 2009

Photo Album 2009-07-21

Farm_sepia.mov

farm1.1.mov

If you hear 2 tracs of audio while the video is playing,
just mute the volume on the video's speaker slider.
Sorry for the mix-up.
You can view full size by clicking on the
little thing that looks like a floppy disk at the
bottom of the video.

Darrell Growing Pains

A few photos of my eldest boy from early childhood to present

More June pictures

just shots taken of the homestead, that I didn't take.

Plumbago

As promised, here are some pictures of the flower gift, with a few others thrown in for good measure.
Our town should appreciate the added revenue due to the drought we have been plagued with the last couple of months. Our lawn survived beautifully with much hose dragging. Recent rains brought an end to this windfall.
Long overdue was the carport painting, the stain was bought last year when it was on sale, so the dry spell helped encourage that project.

geometry2

can't hurt
http://www.scribd.com/doc/6539416/Geometry-2e

just extra linked photos

plumbago(never had birthday flowers before)

photos misc

Elf

more pictures

Quick note to myself. Remember to take a bath today because you were too lazy yesterday.

Home

On Wednesday, May 27th, 2009, our sweet sister and her husband, Jackie Carroll, laid to rest their prematurely born infant child.
To my knowledge, she has not before now, known exactly how she was going to bear to part with this sweet child, who came to be known to us as her "beanie baby". The gender unknown for sure, this child was called to me by the proper name "Bambino", which, when translated, literally means, "little boy", or "little child". In art, it is used to refer to the the to the image of the infant Jesus in swaddling clothes.
The very fact that she has held on to this child for so long without knowing when and where she would give him a final resting place speaks volumes to me. It speaks of the sincerity in her heart and in her belief that all life is sacred. It speaks to me of her knowledge that life is given, and life is also taken away. The purposes and means of this is not always in our understanding,  so we trust in our instinct, in belief that there is a special place we can call "home".  This is Faith.

To this end, as the words fail to pass my lips, I am compelled to write this psalm, so that even though speech may elude me, my heart does not.  

Home
I've laid two souls to rest today and how reluctantly,
 for if I had another wish, they would still be here with me.
For into me the seeds of life had bloomed so vibrantly,
 this little life that glittered, like a star so brilliantly.
How seldom do we get this chance of opportunity,
 to have a child to call our own for all eternity.

And how the time has quickly come, to send him on his way,
 there are children there awaiting, where he can run, and play.

I know you loved your children, your grandchildren were your prize,
 so into your arms I've laid this one, while you close your eyes.
I cannot give a greater gift than this last child of mine,
 to take him home to Jesus, where he can truly shine.
I know he's not a burden, you loved your children so,
 so into your grasp I'm trusting, to heaven he will go.

Into your hands I've placed my child for all eternity,
 to take him home to Jesus, where he will wait for me.
Take and show our Father, the gift he gave to me,
 the seeds of life within me, how briefly that may be.
Tell him I will miss him but this is best you see,
 the little child that was once here, can now my angel be.  

And how the time has quickly come to send him on his way,
there are children there awaiting, where he can run, and play.

In loving memory of our
beanie baby Bambino, 'John'
and Ma Betty Carroll
© 2009 byronc

A new Beginning, Part II

I was home, and had many visitors. To some, I seemed normal, although a little hyper and talkative. Being quite solemn most of the time, a few even liked this newly extroverted, friendlier me, and withheld their reservations.

Of course, my wife and partner of the last nine years knew that something was amiss, and worried that I was still not getting the rest my body and mind so desperately needed. On several occasions, the suggestion that I need to go see a doctor was strongly implied by her to no avail. I dismissed this idea as unnecessary as I only needed rest. Rest did not come.

After a couple of days, of countless long distance phone calls to people I called only on special occasions, like birthdays, holidays, and so forth, my mind felt extremely clear, my hearing was acute, and exaggerated, it was impossible to sleep with the slightly noise, real or imagined. My mind began to see things that were not there, the hallucinations became more vivid, no, there was no backup of sewage in the tub, the TV was not glowing at night. Crop dusters were not wagging their wings over my home with broken sprayers spewing poisons. The jogger behind the Cadillac was someone only I could see.

When I disrobed, and ran into the muddy fields, that's when the ambulance came. The local constable and my Father-in-law was desperately trying to cover up my shame, and to keep the mosquitoes abated. In a distant part of my brain there was some sort of unknown recognition that I was not supposed to be naked, even though it was the end of the world. I did accept a pair of undershorts. *insert laugh here*

On the way to the hospital, I implored the EMT as to the reasons for this special treatment, he only agreed with me, that we were going somewhere I could get some answers. Of course, the government needs me, only we have to make this one little stop first.  

A new Beginning, Part I

This is not a story of tragedy, nor a cry for sympathy, but it is a story of how I got from there to here. This is my story of survival, and triumph.

I have not written this down before now, and do not know why I have chosen this moment to do so. I have read through some of your posts here, and I only wish to share a thought or two.

The year was 1985, and I was in the prime of life. Having been married for nine years, my wife and I were miraculously expecting our first born. Happily anticipating his arrival, and busy preparing for all the things that were to be, we were the epitome of young, success filled couples.

I was ToolPusher on a land rig at the ripe age of 28 just prior to the oil boom bust of 1985-1986 I had been either a Driller or a Toolpusher since I was 23. This particular rig required round the clock supervision of a collection of some of the most hodgepodge of crews on a different type of rig and drilling conditions than most were accustomed to.  Adding to the mix, we had a newly promoted Drilling Superintendent who made no secret of his distaste for my style. Having recently being from another rig, I was placed in charge of this one by the owners against his wishes. Needless to say, everything needed attention, and I was anxious to get everything in order and repaired before rigging down and moving to a more difficult location. There seemed no end to the constant knocking at the door, with requests for assistance. From broken pumps, to non-existent lighting and a faulty generator, to the need to restring the drilling line at night with a crew that had never participated in this common daylight chore. There were tight hole problems, chalk, and a poisonous gas strata to drill though, with non-fully functional blowout preventers.

After eleven days and nights with zero sleep, and too few meals, I called one of the owners expressing my difficulties and stating my expectation that I would be relieved of duty the following morning. As predicted, this is exactly what took place. I was called in to the office the following day, and fired by the Superintendent. Incredulously, I went home and continued to call the vendors which I had outstanding orders and obligations with, making sure that all was being carried out and completed exactly as I had scheduled.

Due to sleep deprivation, and in denial, I had already crossed the line between reality and fiction.                           (to be continued)

© 2009 byronc

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