Thugs and Diamonds in the Rough are NOT a Girl's Best Friend

Let me start by saying that I do not racial profile. I'm just an excellent judge of body language and character. I swear I should have been a police detective specializing in interrogation. Let me also clarify that all thugs are not, and should not be assumed to be, African American. These, however, are. I was looking out my window for some odd reason a few days ago. I see these three men that are walking in the neighborhood. These guys are a little older than what you might expect to see in the middle of the day. OK, maybe not that unusual to see considering it is FC. Anyhoo, I see my neighbor out in the yard and they kind of have to acknowledge that she's out there. They talk for a second and move on. It helps that my neighbor has a very large German Shepherd. I continue watching them walk down the street. They do not approach any house and just are meandering and looking. Which translates in my opinion as Up To NO Good. I wait for them to move on down the street then I go talk to my neighbor. She says they asked her if she would like her yard mowed. This is really not unusual HOWEVER..there were THREE MIDDLE AGE MEN WITH NO LAWN CUTTING EQUIPMENT! Helllooooo! Better story guys. Well, we agree that they are of questionable character at best. We walk across my yard to look at my Knock-out Roses. If you like roses, get you some of these! They are beautiful and truly maintenance free. Heck, I grow them so you know they need NOTHING. :) While we are standing there admiring my rose bushes (they really are pretty) who drives by in an older model white vehicle????? The three guys! Just out on a stroll I guess. And NO lawn equipment. I am good with remembering things nobody else can by the way. I think they were surprised to see us talking. Heck, probably not.



Flash forward to a day later. In the paper, THREE guys were seen crawling out a window of a home on a VERY CLOSE street. The homeowners and neighbors nab one of them. (Sidebar: way to go homeowner and friends!) Guess who they were???? Yep, the lawn guys. Geez Louise. I am so sick of crime in this area. Normally I would chalk it up to Delta poverty but I'm beginning to think that's a copout. No pun intended. I understand theft. I really do but come ON. Get a J O B! And if you can't pass a drug test then go somewhere that doesn't require one but WORK! Go to school! I don't care but BETTER yourselves. Give it a rest already.



Next story.....Diamond Digging at Crater of Diamonds State Park in Murfreesboro. ACV, Haley, Blakely, and I strike out bright and early yesterday morning to hunt for treasure. It's about a 3+ hour drive to the park. It's also 1pm now and 110 degrees in the shade. LOL We haul all of our "equipment" (cooler, buckets, snacks, towels, etc.) in and decide in all of the 37 acreage that we plant ourselves in the FIRST spot we see. Which is about 30 yards from the main pavilion. Boy, we went far but you try carrying all that crap in the heat and see how far YOU get! We bust out and start digging. 15 minutes later, with potential heat stroke, we head for our shaded mini-pavilion and take, oh, about a 45 minute break! ALERT! For those weak of stomach, do not read the following. I am literally covered in sweat. I am already the color of south of the border and now have buttcrack sweat that is visible on my shorts. Haley seriously considered taking a picture and posting on FB. I really could've cared less. If hell is anywhere near that temp, buttcrack sweat will be the LEAST of my problems. Blakely's face is fire engine red as well as everyone else (except mine which has now turned black). We are ready to go home. lOL Then...what?....really?....a breeze with a thunderstorm (with lightning) is showing up!!!!



Sidebar: I don't "do" lightning. I don't play. I think I am a magnet and will get struck for sure. My dad has been struck. And, while driving, lightning has struck right by my car with me in it. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. It was freaky.



But I threw caution to the wind and we went out digging in the rain. *now you know i was cool with no lightning being near but wanted it to sound dangerous* We dug and dug. Found a bunch of jasper which sounds cool but basically is a red ROCK. OH, and lots of glass that deceptively look like diamonds. LOL We walk around..take a water break even though it is now 84 degrees...snack a little...and walk and look some more. Dig holes. Get dusty and dirty. Blah Blah Blah. Then Haley goes to the bathroom. She IS 5 months pregnant so we're cool with that...LOL. However, she reads some stuff on the way and decides we need to
try to do this water sifting procedure. Basically, you scoop up a bunch of little rock stuff and take it over with the sifter and dunk and dunk and dunk in water hole pavilion thingy they have. ACV, her mom, decides (much to her credit) to stay there and "organize" our stuff. And would anxiously await our return with the big rock of our destiny. OMG....total mudhole. After hanging with all the other "serious" diamond hunters, and much frustration, we three are covered in mud and sick of diamond searching. Haley manages to get a glass, er I mean diamond sliver in her finger which allows us to STOP THE MADNESS (thank goodness-JK)! We hose off (not very well I might add) and blow that popstand (after we go to the gift shop and purchase Blake's obligatory tee and 4 crystals that I swear look JUST LIKE DIAMONDS). We get in the car, and as strongly suspected, my deodorant has stopped working. We have been there for four freakin' hours and EACH of us look and smell like complete doodoo. We head to Hot Springs and are almost ashamed to book a hotel room at the Comfort Inn Suites but we do. Then order take-out because we are POOPED and gross. I will buy my diamonds in a jewelry store from now on thank you very much. Been there..done that.. THE END



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