July 6th

July 6th

I’m getting more and more ready to go home.  There is a pair of underwear in on the bathroom floor, no they do not belong to my imidiate family.  The corn on the cob I put in the water to boil last night is still in the water this morning. I have wiped down the toilet several times where I plant my own tush, I refuse to wipe down the bottom side of the toilet where the splish slpash of a tinkling boy occurs.  There could be a list but lets just say I AM READY TO NOT LIVE WITH BOYS!!!!  

Maggie was so tired when we got home last night that she was pretty sad.  She woke up and we gave her a bath and I hoped that she would wake up enough that we could feed her she cried and cried, we thought she might eat corn on the cob but she was just sad, we gave her a bottle and I went in and laid down by her, the poor little thing.  Her night was fair to say the least.

We went to Cherry Creek yesterday, what an experience to drive through the town.  It is amazing to me that people can live like they do down there.  There was one yard that had flowers and looked semi upkept, most were dirty, one had at least six dogs tied in various places around his house with a chicken coop adjecent to his house, last year he had the chickens inside. At church they told us how many of the little kids go hungry because the parents sell their foodstamps for drugs or alchohol.  I realize why they took so many little kids out of this situation and put them in different enviroments, it’s a pretty hopless society.  Their are second and third graders that smoke and are trading marijiana, (do idea how to spell that).  It’s just sad.  There is so much opportunity if they would just take it, free education the whole way through, free everything and yet as long as they stay on the reservation I don’t know how they could find success.

John took me to the little cementary they had, there was a preacher that was here in the early 1900’s.  They buried four of their children in a ten year period, a 2 year old, a five year old, a three year old, and another two year old, I told John she must have been a strong woman to come to this God forsaken land and have to lay her little babies in a cememtary like that.  It made me start to cry, it still does, I can’t imagine living there now or 100 years ago.

Maggie’s words right now are Mamma, Daddda, hot, and she started to say Ought O, she is such a funny little thing, I never knew I could love something so much, she is my perfect little angel that is full of the dickens.  Yestereday she was filthy, she played in the dirt till she was brown from head to toe.  We had to wait on John to get in some cows, we sat in the corral and her favorite toy was an old dried out cow pie, I know disgusting.  I threw it several times as far as I could (yes I know that isn’t far) she would hurry to go and retrieve it:)  She loves to chew on apples, but then she’ll come over to you so that she can empty her mouth and start chewing off some more.  The same goes for grapes, she sucks out all the sweetness and then spits out the rest!