Here We Go

Well, Bs & Gs, I finally retreived my computer from my dad, and managed to talk my isp into sending me another cd with the dial-up software on it. *joy* And for those of you that are gasping that I'm still on dial-up in this, the twenty-first century, let me just say that the phone lines out here in BFE are the same ones they put in right after the Depression. We folks living out in the cut can't seem to talk SBC into giving us modern phone lines with DSL capabilities. Cable? Did someone say cable? *scoff* As if they could run a line over the mountain, through the woods, and around the lake. But I'm not complaining. Such is the cost of living in an absolutely beautiful place.

The picture features my front yard. See those trees? That's the Ouachita National Forest, people. A wonderful place, so please keep your empty beer cans and Mountain Dew bottles the hell out of there. I'm tired of cleaning up after you filthy people. And quit chipping the quartz crystals out of the rocks with hammers! I was climbing around and cut the hell outta myself on what I'm sure was a beautiful natural crystal formation that someone had smashed so they could take it home.

Okay, sorry, my inner druid fought her way to the top.

I've never blogged before, so I'm not really sure what to put up here. Seems like a nice place to vent, though. I'll be back when there's more for me to say. In the meantime, enjoy the scenery.