The Plantation

Indiana Jones is out of town. And when he is out of town I always get some wild-hair-project up my sleeve and later regret it. I worked yesterday, yes actual manual labor, something I have not seen since...Well, I don't think I have ever seen it. It was like a new revelation for me. But let me just say their are muscles hurting this morning that I never knew I had and they are in places I cannot disclose on this blawg cause I am a good Christian woman who reads my Bible everyday and wears panty hose on Sundays, well at least Spanx. I think when you move to a new city where you know no one and all they ever talk about is the Civil War and sweet tea, you being to do a little soul searching and find stuff out about yourself that you might have never know - that might contradict everything you have known to be true and good about yourself. Stuff that might make you say, "LIB, I am prit near a stranger to myself." Let me explain, shall I?

I actually associated myself with manual labor ALL day yesterday.

This was my backyard this weekend. Let me tell you, I moved into this house without EV-ER seeing it. Indiana Jones came out here and bought this house. I saw eight pics on the internet. Four of the looked just like this. The former owners of this plantation were very proud of this shrine-like storage shed. I am just saying, they had just as many pics of it as the house.

I at first thought maybe it was our guest cottage. But then I began to worry that maybe this was my living quarters. IJ assured me I could stay in the main house as long as I behaved myself and dinner was on the table when he walked in the door. I have done okay on number two...the jury is still out on option one.

Well, this thing was right in the middle of the back yard and I didn't want it. So, I posted it on Craigslist (the new lover of my soul) and then, this occurred... and I little of this...
and some of this...
then I was left with this...MESS, MESS, MESS. I cannot STAND MESS!

So I went and got IJ's whip and said, "Twerps, mush...mush!"Then a little of this started to occur and I shouted, "Play? Play? Do you know what happens to little kids that PLAY when work needs to be done? They grow a third adenoid! And then they get called names on the playground like TRI-ADENOID. Do you want that? I think not." Then I wielded my whip and sat back, kicked my feet up and smoked a cigar. I kid. I kid. About kicking my feet up. And the work started back up."Water, Water. She gave me water."Doing a little hedge trimming.Some worked on their mad circus skills.Some worked on growing their gotee.This is the rockiest land I have ever seen. But I will turn this rock garden into Tara.After it was all said and down we had raked, shoveled, and drug 16 of these bags to the curb.And now our yard is a big plot of dirt, trees, and...nothing. And the wheels are turning...Who knows what my occur. {Insert demonic laugh}

Ooh, the wheel in the sky
Keeps on turning
I don't know where I'll be tomorrow
Wheel in the sky keeps on turning.