Dog Bites

Ok, this is addicting, it's almost 4 in the morning and I can't sleep. My legs are hurting and I'm was just lying there thinking about what I wanted to blog, so why not get up and do it so I could get some sleep. Restless minds really want to know what's going on in my head, yeah right ! I was thinking about my mom. She called me yesterday morning to tell me about her neighbors dog, a Pitbull that had got out and was in her yard. They (her and John) first noticed it in their back yard, ate all the cat food and I guess it got into their trash. So mom when back thru the house and went out the front door the go and tell the neighbors but somehow became face to face with the dog, so as mom turned to walk away, the dog bit her on the hand as she was lifting it up. The dog followed her, nipping at her all the way back to her door. They called 911 and they came out and took the dog away. Apparently the neighbors were gone all weekend camping and the dog has 5 puppies. I just don't understand why people don't keep their dogs tied up, even though they have a fenced yard, the dog was still able to get out. I hate the fact that my mom spends a lot of time outside in her yard and knowing this dog can get to her just bugs me ! I remember years ago when my Uncle Mel died and my mom and dad got his dog. I believe it was a Alaskan Husky, beautiful pure white, but that was the meanest dog I had ever seen. You just look at it and it would grawl at you. That dog, named Alex, bit my mom twice. If it was me, that dog would have already been put down. The dog liked my dad and followed him everywhere. One day my dad was tinkering with something in the back yard, and Alex seen another dog across the street and went after it and was hit by a car. He didn't die. I happened to be at there house that day when it happened and my dad came into the house white as a ghost and all shook up and told us what happened. Dad had really got attached to that dog. So we put the dog in to my car and rushed him to the Vet hospital. He was pretty bad, lost most all of his teeth (won't bite mom anymore). There wasn't much they could do for him. Mom and dad nursed him for quit some time and he got better for awhile, but they ended up putting him down. My mom is 76 years old and I don't think she needs any more dog bites in her lifetime.

Life of the wife of a Beekeeper

Today I decided to start a blog, why ? I don't know, something to do I guess. If anything to keep a journal of my everyday life. How exciting is that. Life as a wife of a Beekeeper. To some they would say, really your husband is a Beekeeper, do you sell honey ? Do you ever get bit ? Yes and No ! Yes, we sell our honey by the case. We sell it to a lot of the fruit stands in Manteca, Stockton, Modesto even far as Fresno. So, check out the local fruit stand if you just want a jar. And do I ever get bit, well NO, but I have gotten Stung many times, and believe me, I don't like it. They hurt. My husband gets stung all the time and just acts like it's nothing, not me, I'm a big baby and don't like it at all ! We bought us a new house in the country and he said he would keep all the bee out behind the shop, yeah right, I should of known better, next thing I knew, he had some next to the house. Oh well, like I said, Life of a wife of a Beekeeper ! Now that that's off my mind and unto other stuff in my life. I had a wonderful time at New Hope Church this morning, met some new women there. They were very nice to me and invited me to sit with them, made me feel so welcome. I think I'll go again. I need to get involved in something. I definitely need prayer, prayer for my back....I have been in so much pain lately. I need a job really bad, but think, gosh, my back hurts so bad that I know I can't stand for any length of time and sitting hurts me too, so what can I do for a job. Something has to give. Tired of living on pain killers. Just writing this, talking about this is helping me to draw closer to God, seek his help and hopeful commit to something that will help me to overcome !

With God, All things are possible! He is my strength, he will carry me, he will bless me and has blessed me. Thank You Jesus !