This old gal...
Kicked off her birthday week...with a little bit of llama fun... What better thing to get your mama….who loves adventures…and adores llamas…than a paint your own llama experience... Top that off with an extra seat for that good sport husband of hers….and you have a gift for the book of memories... This was a first...didn’t know what to expect...but this old birthday girl... eagerly anticipated bringing home some cute...girly...llama art...to adorn the abode... She did not….however…take into account…the painter’s personality... Background…blue...background…yellow...llama…pink...lama…brown...glasses…magenta...glasses…red... flower crown for one...nothing for the other….because a hat would be too girlie... One a flower child….the other a Bad A**... So who needs a personality test...when you can use a llama painting...are you a 1 or a 2...a red or a blue…. Just look at our art… we are us...full of beauty...and BEAUTY FULL... And this husband of mine…..agrees.
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This husband of mine…
And squirrels….are not friends... They think they are cute...he thinks they are rodents...they tease...he mumbles... Squirrel on the deck...stupid squirrel...squirrel in a tree...stupid squirrel...squirrel in the yard...stupid squirrel... Someone said stupid?..this old gal doesn't think so...she thinks those furry little friends...meet up in their little squirrel club house...rub their tiny squirrel paws together...hatching plans to irritate...Squirrel Enemy...No. 1... Fluffy...maul the fall decor...Muffy...pillage the bird feeder...Chip and Charlie...create a hubbub by Squirrel Enemy's bedroom...at 6 am... Then they laugh...their evil squirrel laughs….muahahahaha… And….the minute this old gal and her sidekick...head out...somewhere south...tiny thumbs...tap on tiny cell phones...telling friends...to be on the look out... 1065.5 miles later...Squirrel Enemy No. 1...settles in a chair by the window...hoping to enjoy the idyllic flora and fauna… And then it comes….Stupid squirrel... And this old gal knows…some 1065.5 miles away…a victory dance is being done... And this husband of mine’s little friends….would agree... This husband of mine…
Loves rocks...rocks from Texas...rocks from the river...rocks from an auction...rocks from a parking lot...lucky rocks who join our family as trendy...Instagram worthy..home decor... But Mr. Stone…a tiny wisp of a thing…spun our reality from Kansas to Oz...in less than three clicks...of a heel... Kidneys were cursed...blood pressure roared...and winter plans were chopped...while the search was on...to find the way...to good health... That Yellow Brick Road…took this old gal and her Mr...where the path was meant to go...proved there was no place like home…caring family…supportive friends…compassionate health professionals…kind drug store staff… So thank you...dear wise...caring...brave friends…for helping us fight off...the flying monkeys...of the unknown… Because of you… This old gal and her sidekick...made it to...those beautiful gates...of green… And this husband of mine….agrees. This husband and I….
Trekked 1,065.5 miles...took three days...this old gal was behind the wheel...my Mr. drove...from the passenger seat... 43 years of safe driving...lots of states...lots of big cities...it’s time..it would seen...to hang that BABY ON BOARD sign... This brave girl...is suddenly a big driving baby...a white knuckle driver...a sitting on the edge waiting for the Road Rager to rage... Sometimes...RR...an old gal needs to go 65..in a 75...because she doesn't know the roads...perhaps she takes longer than a millisecond to turn left...because she wants to make sure the coast is clear...she can’t help your speed is 75 in a 55 and when old lady driver merges...you suddenly appear.. . The drawn out honk...foul mouthed words...gesticulations...zipping by in the no passing zone... Make me want to sob...break down...hang up the keys... This old driver...is not perfect...but neither are you... She's not immortal...and neither are you... Maybe one day old lady caution...or someone else’s...will keep you safe... Until then…HAVE GRACE hangs in the car window... HAVE GRACE… For the teen driver...the young mother...the tired worker...the weary traveler...THE OLD LADY... And this husband of mine….agrees. |
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