Have you ever seen anyone blow up a washing machine with dynamite? You can watch it as video'd by my son with his cell phone HERE.
Yes folks, we really ARE rednecks.
Monday, July 7, 2008
A birthday motorcycle ride
Our old riding buddies, Charlene and Pat, were in the area for the Fourth-of-July weekend. They came on their Harley, and they suggested Cliff and I ride our bike about halfway to St. Louis with them when they left. We've hardly ridden our bike at all, the past two months, what with moving, rainstorms, and just life in general. So yesterday morning, after making biscuits and sausage gravy for eleven (I think) people, we sent Jim and Lyndsay on their way and then hopped on the Gold Wing for a ride on the back roads.
I've never made that much gravy at once, and there was barely enough... but we managed. Charlene and Pat are always saying my biscuits and gravy are the best, and since Cliff and I will soon be back to our regular healthful meals, I decided to end my week-long cooking marathon with breakfast for all who wanted to come, just so Cliff's sister could have my biscuits and gravy.
Anyway, we had a lovely ride with our favorite bikers. Charlene and Pat had told me they were going to buy our dinner in Columbia, as a birthday gift to me (since I've been cooking all week); but you could have knocked me over with a feather when they pulled over at Outback! I believe this was only the third time I've eaten there. It was a real treat, and Cliff and I did NOT split a meal between us. Today the starving begins.
So, although my birthday is today, I feel yesterday was the day of celebration: a motorcycle ride and Outback. Also, as I told Cliff, I'm still enjoying my air conditioning and the dishwasher so much, every day seems like my birthday.
I've never made that much gravy at once, and there was barely enough... but we managed. Charlene and Pat are always saying my biscuits and gravy are the best, and since Cliff and I will soon be back to our regular healthful meals, I decided to end my week-long cooking marathon with breakfast for all who wanted to come, just so Cliff's sister could have my biscuits and gravy.
Anyway, we had a lovely ride with our favorite bikers. Charlene and Pat had told me they were going to buy our dinner in Columbia, as a birthday gift to me (since I've been cooking all week); but you could have knocked me over with a feather when they pulled over at Outback! I believe this was only the third time I've eaten there. It was a real treat, and Cliff and I did NOT split a meal between us. Today the starving begins.
So, although my birthday is today, I feel yesterday was the day of celebration: a motorcycle ride and Outback. Also, as I told Cliff, I'm still enjoying my air conditioning and the dishwasher so much, every day seems like my birthday.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Goodbye, Jim and Lyndsay
My son and his daughter headed home to Georgia this morning, on this day before my 64th birthday (thanks to all who have wished me happy birthday).
Bobby Bare said it best:
Softly close the door behind you
How it hurts me to see you go
Gently break the tie that binds you
And this heart that loves you so.
If you're sure you won't be staying
Then just walk on out of my life
There's just two words left for saying
And the Lord knows how I hate goodbyes.
And nothing's born to live forever
But oh, how it hurts to see it die
First it's always then it's never
And the Lord knows how I hate goodbyes.
--- Instrumental ---
Nothing's born to live forever
But oh, how it hurts to see it die
First it's always then it's never
And the Lord knows how I hate goodbyes...
Thanks, Debbie, for sending Jim and Lyndsay here to spend a week. You'll never know how we appreciate it. Your baby girl is an angel, a perfect little southern belle: Good manners, undemanding, and loving. You've done a good job.
Bobby Bare said it best:
Softly close the door behind you
How it hurts me to see you go
Gently break the tie that binds you
And this heart that loves you so.
If you're sure you won't be staying
Then just walk on out of my life
There's just two words left for saying
And the Lord knows how I hate goodbyes.
And nothing's born to live forever
But oh, how it hurts to see it die
First it's always then it's never
And the Lord knows how I hate goodbyes.
--- Instrumental ---
Nothing's born to live forever
But oh, how it hurts to see it die
First it's always then it's never
And the Lord knows how I hate goodbyes...
Thanks, Debbie, for sending Jim and Lyndsay here to spend a week. You'll never know how we appreciate it. Your baby girl is an angel, a perfect little southern belle: Good manners, undemanding, and loving. You've done a good job.
More 4th pictures
Wow, I have SO many pictures from the Fourth. Plus, Cliff and I had a wonderful motorcycle ride today (for my birthday) with our best Harley-riding buddies. But that's another entry.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Rockin' Fourth of July!
I have many, many pictures; I'll try to spread them out between this journal and my Blogger site. If I posted them all at one time and in one place, nobody would stick with me long enough to see them all. Except maybe relatives.
We had, as always, a fun-filled Independence Day here, thanks to Son-in-law Kevin who grills pounds and pounds of meat, Scotty for supplying fun things to ride, and every single person who attended: Our son and his three kids, Cliff's siblings and some nephews, Kevin's mom and his oldest son, some stranger (and his daughter) who works with Kevin, a few assorted friends of Arick's (the grandson) who helped make sure we had the loudest fourth of July ever (they blew up an old clothes dryer in the pasture), and our surprise guests, Cliff's cousin Edna and her two daughters and granddaughter.
Hmm, notice my son's youngest daughter's toy bear sipping on his Diet Mountain Dew in the above picture.
Hawkeye, Rachel's dog, was unimpressed by the fireworks and four-wheelers.
Cliff's brother Don relaxed in my lounge chair, the one that I normally keep at the cabin.
Hawkeye stretched and changed position occasionally.
Many rides were taken out to the pasture.
We had, as always, a fun-filled Independence Day here, thanks to Son-in-law Kevin who grills pounds and pounds of meat, Scotty for supplying fun things to ride, and every single person who attended: Our son and his three kids, Cliff's siblings and some nephews, Kevin's mom and his oldest son, some stranger (and his daughter) who works with Kevin, a few assorted friends of Arick's (the grandson) who helped make sure we had the loudest fourth of July ever (they blew up an old clothes dryer in the pasture), and our surprise guests, Cliff's cousin Edna and her two daughters and granddaughter.
Hmm, notice my son's youngest daughter's toy bear sipping on his Diet Mountain Dew in the above picture.
Hawkeye, Rachel's dog, was unimpressed by the fireworks and four-wheelers.
Cliff's brother Don relaxed in my lounge chair, the one that I normally keep at the cabin.
Hawkeye stretched and changed position occasionally.
Many rides were taken out to the pasture.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Youngest granddaughter learning to ride
Granddaughter Lyndsay has no appropriate horseback-riding gear: No boots, no long pants. However, she wants to ride, so ride she shall. If you wear shorts when riding a horse, it doesn't take long till the saddle rubs you the wrong way; so I've told her as soon as she is uncomfortable, let me know and we'll end the ride. I have a riding helmet, but since it's Blue, and since we have the round pen, I haven't made Lyndsay wear it. I know lots of purists will think I'm a terrible grandparent, but that's just the way it is.
Now, with no further ado, I give you Lyndsay riding Blue:
Now, with no further ado, I give you Lyndsay riding Blue:
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Wow, I haven't cooked this much in ages
Cliff and I generally stick with cereal or oatmeal for breakfast. Because I see my son so rarely (once or twice a year), when he's here I try to fix all the old "comfort foods" from his childhood. Cliff shouldn't have all this stuff, but hey... what am I going to do? Ask him to sit and eat salad while everybody else is pigging out? So I just cook, and hope Cliff and I survive this abundance.
Meanwhile, we're enjoying daily visits from the oldest grandson, who crashed at our house for a few months not so long ago. He's enjoying being with his baby sister. Like the fake smiles?
OK, they look more natural in this picture.
The son just now took the granddaughter on a four-wheeler ride; she loves this. (Deb, that's why he isn't answering his cell phone.)
The horses... not so much.
This was a very familiar sight when the grandson was staying with us. Nice to see our couch still suits him just fine.
Meanwhile, we're enjoying daily visits from the oldest grandson, who crashed at our house for a few months not so long ago. He's enjoying being with his baby sister. Like the fake smiles?
OK, they look more natural in this picture.
The son just now took the granddaughter on a four-wheeler ride; she loves this. (Deb, that's why he isn't answering his cell phone.)
The horses... not so much.
This was a very familiar sight when the grandson was staying with us. Nice to see our couch still suits him just fine.
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