time? where did it go?

Wow...a month since my last blog.
Sure while I'm doing something, I imagine what I am going to write,it stops there.
Well, I adopted an apple tree in the back yard, Jimy's mom wamts to cut it down.Crap I must be one of those tree huggers, because (apples were about the size of cherries) I cant fathom someone hacking away on a perfectly beautiful, old and gnarly looking,PRODUCTIVE tree. So, my mission, I chose to accept it, has been watering,pressure washing up in the tree to keep the worms at bay, The first apple to go the way of my mouth, was dry and bitter. Now I see the first off the tree is probably the challenged one in the familym and he was booted.
I have been trimming the tree away from hanging over the neighbors fence. It wasnt a concern before, but now the house sold and there are a grip of kids,and the back yard is stacked with beer cans and the front beside the driveway is loaded up with crap. There went the hood,AND the pool. They only have it filled about three feet at the deep end(duh)I guess the mom thinks if its not full, less likely the will drown, while shes on the phone or making tortillas.
So what if they stumble and fall in the shallow end and crack their head open on the concrete.
Well I'm up in the tree, vicariously balancing and praying at the same time, Thank God for the tomboy in me. I was entertaining the thought of the chain saw, this being because my hands were crampimg on me after simple stuff like breathing, I guess I was dehydrated, we ran out of tea, so I made some iced coffee.(Jimy said its like iced tea but tastes different) I AM amoungst mental giants. It tasted like cold flipping coffee. I guess its like iced tea...its got ice.
Well, I have a reputation, its time I come clean...Knives or something HOT like a soldering iron, are objects that I shouldnt work with. My left hand is conspiring against my right hand,been going on for years, lefty injures righty every chance she gets, its getting predictable.
CHAINSAW?
Right...
I could see it now and flashed on it then.
Alone at the house, fall out of the (brittlest wood I have ever encountered) fallen out of the tree, while trying to catch my newly severed right arm, falling on my back, where the chainsaw(lefty WASNT letting go)falls against my stomach, giving me the quickest c-section on record, Jimy not due home for hours finds me under that damn tree that his mom wants to cut down. Kims not getting in the way of that now...He quickly calls the tree service.
Evere seen a outdated hippy with a shitload of pippins??
You still wont...lol
Yep, I have green apples up the kazoo. I make the bomb-diggity of all apple sauces. Ater the first two weeks it seems to have lost its appeal.
I am freezing, making apple butter, I bought some canning jars. Its been cooking on low since last night. The apples are going to dark. Sitting there in the "not hot enough to boil" pan. I dont have a crock pot. I guess that is the one and only possitive feature I can muster for freaking electric stovesfor the first month I burned everything I looked at. Dont get me wrong I know my way around an electric stove (now)Give me gas (please dont in mixed company!) Anyway, I picked alot of apples because...
A) they are ready
B) the worms know it!
So ,my nose taking a much needed vacation, I'm picking apples, now.
Pippins are my FAVORITE of the apple family. With my love for sour gummy worms, theses are nature's source of getting that good jaw tingle, and a sense of accomlishment.
Kelley loves them too, along with Kara.
I'm sending some to Kara. And making apple butter for christmas. My friend Charolette loves my sauce, so she gets sauced at my house.
I must have cut and peeled 200 apples including last night's marathon.
Nothing is going bad. There is nothing I hate more than waste.
I got inventive last month and fried a batch of apples like potatoes, but replaced the salt with sugar.
I could barely keep it down.
A week later BurgerKing comes up with french fries that are apples instead.
I think they have my house bugged.
I didnt fall from the tree, I surely didnt expect the wonderful brittlness of an apple tree. Ever hear of any apple wood furniture??
I basically trimmed the tree with my hands, literally.
Having the apple tree experience that I now am a veteran, I know where bobbing for apples originated. In order to avoid bruising the apples, where do you put it?
In water!
They arent exposed to the rough rolling around each other while picking.
Sounds good to me.

Ok, another subject...manwhore/roomate, has been pushing the envelope. Too much traffic, wee early morning hours/late night traffic. Hmmmm.
Guess who one of our neighbors is, well she has a gun and handcuffs as fashion accessories. Two weeks ago, I had a brain storm while vaccuuming the house, putting into aspect that this piece of shit does nothing AT ALL around this house except wear out the carpet at the back door, leave the windows open when the ac is on and the back door open. leaves his computer on when it doesnt even work, leaves lights on , eats all of Jimy's and my food, leaves the house with the cups that I provided when I moved in, (eight of them 1 and 1/2 months ago. NONE of them are anywhere to be found on this property!)one of his vaginas was drinking out of my little flower vase the other night! I prepared a good story that cannot be disproved.
"The house is being surveilled," I told Jimy as soon as he stepped into the house. I had a good look of panic. " I know what it would do to my Dad and his opinion of me, I dont know what your Mom and Dad would think about you..." as I walked away letting this sink in( he has spent the last 18 years in and out of prison, Mom amd Dad are providing this house for Jimy to get his shit together, and this is NO WAY
to do it...Manwhore has in NO WAY respect for anyone or anything that doesnt have anything to do with him. Apperently he doesnt understand the honor of being able to reside here.
Now its OVER.
WOO WHOO!!
Life is good again, and all I know is we are a subject of interest, especially being the fact that we live on a QUIET culdisac, if I lived here, intent on a quiet exsistance, and some assholes move in and with them comes late night stereos playing in cars, fights on the streets, trash left in others yards, I would let my fingers do the walking, post haste, baby. I pay for my home, probably worried about this forclosure crap that we are famous for, being second in the country only outdone by Vegas. Damn right I'm gonna fight for my neighborhood, and get rid of the riff raff.
Ok, so I lied (maybe)
It soooo worked .
HAPPY, HAPPY, JOY, JOY.
Finally got rid of that dangerous boy.
I guess you could say I am the one fighting for MY neighborhood. :)
Have a great day My friends
Love and Peace
Kiim