SORRY ABOUT BEING LATE .BUT
NOT MUCH HAPPENING.WE WLL SURE MISS RUBY NANNY SMILEING FACE HER AND GRACE CAME
DOWN EVERY FEW DAYS AND GOT A COKE I KNOW HOW LOST GRACE IS .THEY WERE ALL
WAYS TOGETHER..IT STILL HASN’T
RAINED.CANT REMEMBER IT BEING THIS DRY THE ONLEY THING WE HAVE PLENTY OF IS
HOGS.SHORE LIKEING THE PEANUTS.OUR FRIEND SCOOT CAME DOWN FROM UP NORTH HE HAD
A CLOSE ENCOUNTER OF THE FIRST TIMETHE WIND WAS BLOWING ABOUT 40 MPH HIM AND
JEFF WALKED INTO ABOUT 60 HEAD SLEEPING .SAID IT SOUNDED LIKE A 100 SWICTH BLADE
KINIVES OPENING UP LOTS OF TEETH CLACKING .SAID IT WAS THE FIRST TIME HE WAS
HUNTED BUT WOULD BE THE LAST.YOULL KNOW HOW THOSE YANKEES ARE THO.BUT DID KILL
2BIG ONES .WEIGH ABOUT 450LBS GOING TO GET THE HEAD MOUNTED SO HE CAN SHOW
THOSE BLADES OFF UP THERE.MAY GET A LOT OF YANKESDOWN HERE FOR THE HOGS TO HUNT
.THAT WOULD BE FUN.GREG AND CORLOS ARE OVER IN AFRICA HOPE TO BE HERE FOR
HOMECOMING MAC AND MORGAN ARE IN IRELAND DP AND DAVID JUST GOT BACK.SAID IT
SURE WAS COLD AND RAINIEAND 40FT WAVES SHORE ROUGH .WELL DOYLE KILLED A BIG
RATTLER ON THE RIVER AND THEN CAME OUT OF HIS HOUSE AT 130 AND A BIB ONE WAS ON
HIS FRONT PORCH .BUT HE LIVESON TOP OF A DEN..WELL WE WERE TALKING ABOUT
DRINKING THE OTHER DAY AND HOW TO QUIT FOR ME IT WAS WHAT THE DOCTOR SAID .DRINK
AND DIE AND THEN JANNA ENGLISH WROTE
THIS POMEN FOR ME AND THAT STILL HELPS SO IF YOU HAVE A FRIEND WHO NEEDS SOME
HELP JUST SEND THEM TIS IT HELPS MEAND HOOPE IT HELPS YOULLS FRIENDS AS WELL
OLD HABITS
That‘s enough the doctor said,
One more drink and you‘ll surely die—
Those words sure got my attention
Believe me – that‘s no lie!
My name was mentioned many a time
As people prayed down on their knees,
Lord, let him live and give him strength
To fight this awful disease.
And maybe the lines were open up there,
And somehow those prayers got through—
One thing for certain— I wasn’t checking out,
Many things I still want to do.
So I decided to trade in my bottle,
My drinking had come to an end—
It‘s over, I’m through, I quit—no more,
I decided I need a new friend.
A friend that won’t make my gut hurt
And kick me when I’m down,
A friend that won’t cloud my thoughts,
And need a drink to get around.
Now some thought things were better
When alcohol numbed my days,
And some thought I was plumb crazy
To even try and change my ways.
But another chance I have been given
To make the most of life,
And I owe it to myself—
My family and my wife.
I admit there’s been many a day
When I‘ve longed for my favorite brew,
But I ‘m stubborn enough to remember
That day when I said I was through.
And now when people tell me
Old habits are sure hard to break,
I smile and simply tell them—
Yeah , but I’ve got what it takes.
Jana
Wiley English