The Harley

A million years ago, my dad took me to school on the back of a motorcyle. I don't remember ever being afraid-thinking back to all the times we jumped railroad tracks-I probably should have been,but I wasn't. I remember hating sudden showers and how frozen my skirt felt on really cold mornings but fear wasn't there. My dad knew when some jerk might pull out in front of us and anticipated when I'd forget to lean.
This weekend I hopped on back of dear old dad again.When did he start driving so fast? Actually, I don't think he went that fast at all-it was me not being able to steer, not controlling the speed, and not being in front. It felt weird not being in control for a couple of minutes then the sun hit my face and I started enjoying the breeze. Then I noticed his shape hasn't changed-I still hold on the same way and I was back in seventh grade again(but I really didn't miss the railroad tracks).

Don't Give Up Your Dreams!

This is a long way off but it's soooo important. October 30th, Gary Speed is trying to get 1 million prescription drugs off the street. This video is great, but it doesn't do his son justice-you can't hear him laugh or sing-you don't see him playing any jokes or playing the guitar. If you knew Albert (aka Albo), chances are you loved him. Pass this info along - a million pills are out there. Let's get them off the streets and away from our young people.

Awww.Crap.

I got a phone message from my daddy reminding me of the Bell Family reunion to be held on Sunday and , as I got the message, I was thinking wtf that's not until the second weekend in June. Awww. crap. This weekend was the second weekend in June. The older I get the faster time flies maybe I should start on Christmas cards.

The House That Built Me Lyrics - Miranda Lambert

Cowgirl Down

Cowgirl down-Lord, I wish that was a misprint, but it's not. Today, I was thoroughly and completely thrown from my horse. The landing wasn't pretty. At least there was no broken bones and no blood. To give my girl a little credit, after tossing my butt, she deliberatley stepped back and didn't run off. She just sat there a little confused looking at me like "Hey lady what are you doing on the ground?" As if she had nothing what so ever to do with my being layed out in pain on the ground. I wish it was something exciting that spooked her-like a bear or a snake-but she probably got stung by a bee-the same bee that had stung me moments earlier. I knew this day was coming-so many people (much better riders than me) have it the ground numerous times.

June and the start of Summer

I know a lot of people don't think that Summer starts until June 21st-and technically they're correct. But when does Summer start for you? Don't look at the calendar-remember when you didn't look and knew it was summer? Maybe it was the first jump in the river. Maybe it was the first snowcone of the year.
My summer starts with fresh fruit. When I pick berries and my hands turn color. Then comes the jelly or jam and cobbler( and the accompanying bug bites). I love the smell of the berries, the smell of everything cooking, and the taste-everything but the bites.
Then at night when you have to rest-the fireflies.Remember catching them and putting them in a glass jar to have a night light? I think I might do that this weekend. Summer also meant staying up a little later and playing more games.
When I was a kid we played the "Goodnight JohnBoy" game.
I would say good night mom, good night dad, good night Patrick, good night Robyn, good night Lee, good night Roscoe, good night Homerina
Then Patrick would start-good night mom, good night dad, good night Kathy,....Then Robyn would say her goodnights
and then after Lee was done.We'd all shout" Goodnight John Boy!" Ok. Maybe we watched a little too many Walton reruns, but the game was to finish before our parents got angry and to quit giggling long enough to go to sleep.