No, No, NO, You Got It All Wrong

Surely by now most of you know of the recording where some people hear Laurel and others hear Yanny. Personally, I heard Yanny.

That got me thinking. About song lyrics. I spent an hour searching and laughing so hard I was in tears.

I don’t know why my brain thought of song lyrics, it’s on its own track most days. First thing that came to my mind was “Wrapped up like a douche when you’re rover in the night” made me laugh and laugh. I can’t tell you how many millions of times both my husband and I belted that line out like we knew what the hell we were singing. I mean does that even make sense? No. Didn’t have to we had fun singing it. Actual lyrics are ” Blinded by the light revved up like a deuce another runner in the night” Makes about as much sense as what we were singing.

Then it made me think of ” I was Jack and you were dyingggggg” First time I heard that song I was thinking why in the hell is she dying?? Then I had to laugh at myself. I mean Duh. JCM’s Jack and Diane beat is clearly playing in the back ground so ” I was Jack and you were Diane” makes way more sense but go ahead listen to it and tell me you don’t hear him saying ” I was Jack and you were dyinggggg”

So, I got to googling. This is where the real laughter came in.

Apparently most people think Elton John wants Tony Danza to hold him closer ….. Hold me closer Tony Danza is actually ” Hold me closer Tiny Dancer” which I hear the correct lyrics in that song, one of my all time favorites except for the Tim McGraw version, not a fan of that one.

See that girl, watch her scream, kicking the dancing queen which is actually ” See that girl watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen”

Now, if you aren’t singing these as we go along, just stop reading now and go somewhere else, you are no fun and probably not laughing either.

Sweet dreams are made of cheese 😂😂

I am a big Queen fan. Love Freddie. And I am here to tell you some of his songs are out there in terms of the wording and the story line, not gonna lie I get most of them all wrong but this one had me rolling. Kicking your car all over the place we will we will… actual ( which makes just as much sense ) ” kicking your can all over the place..”

And……. I Like Big Butts in a Can of Limes!!!! 😂😂😂😂

So, tell me your favorite misheard lyric.

✌🏼 Jules

I Got Loopy

We aren’t ones that go out on the town and cut loose. Or, I suppose I should say we don’t do it very often. I am a people person. My husband is not. I’m happy to mingle and socialize or even just stand back and observe. Oh how I LOVE to people watch! My husband would rather tv watch. I am more comfortable dressed up, which to me is anything that is not scrubs, jeans, sweats or sneakers. My husband is Levi’s and sneakers.

I could go on and on about how opposite we are, but I’ll save that for a different post.

Before I get to what I really want to tell you about, I need to give you some of our back story. We have been married for almost 21 years. I come from a family full of alcoholics and drug addicts. MOST are clean and have been for many years. Because I grew up smack dab in the middle of crazy insane full blown partying at every family get together, I put myself up on this pedal stool because I was going to be better then them. Shew. I’ll tell you, all these years later it breaks my heart to say that. Now my husband, totally opposite upbringing. His dad was a cop in LA way back in the 70’s. My husband is straight out of Compton before Compton was gang territory ( or so I’m told) His parents loaded up the family and moved all the way over here to good ol Indiana because his dad seen the changes coming. So, Southern Cali surfer dude transplanted to the corn fields of the Midwest. Snooty. As time passes and so does life, my husband becomes a drug addict. Yup. I fell off that pedal stool so hard. But, where I was going with all of that, before I ever fell I refused to drink. I knew. I felt it in my blood. I wouldn’t allow myself to drink scared I wouldn’t quit. No I never became an alcoholic or drug addict. My husband and I had been married for nearly 8 maybe 9 years and he had never known me to drink so we had a New Years Eve Party and I drank and drank and drank 🤮 was not pretty. Crazy I tell you. So, here we are years later and let me tell you I love margaritas and I love tequila! He did all his crazy shit while I was raising our kids I think he’s ready to be an old man now. Me, I’ve raised my kids now I want to be carefree and crazy!!! 🤷‍♀️

Last October we went to Nashville for our 20th wedding anniversary. His brother and his wife surprised us at Sambucas ( which if you are ever in Nashville make a reservation and have dinner there OMG its insanely delicious!!) After dinner they took us over to Broadway, I was mesmerized. We live in a very small rural farm town on a river this is something I had never experienced. WoW!!! LOVED every bar we went into, every thing we saw, I was so in awe of everything and wandered why in the hell no one ever told me about this place. We made our way to Nudies Honky Talk were we propped ourselves up on a stool on the second floor balcony got more drunk and people watched. There was a bachelor and his party having the time of their life down on the dance floor, next thing you know there I was right in the middle dancing away and so was my sister in law. SO.MUCH.FUN. Our husbands drug us out of there 30 minutes before last call. Jerks. We found a corner hot dog vendor and ended our night with a dog and an Uber ride. The next night we had tickets to Kid Rocks Fish Fry , I love Kid like no other but 1. it’s not really a fish fry and 2. He ain’t got nothing on Nudies. I couldn’t talk my husband into a shirt from Nudies and I was broke after bar #2 so no shirt.

Fast forward to April 13 of this year and back to Nashville with same brother and SIL along with my husbands 2 sisters and their spouses. They all stayed at a fancy Marriott ( I wanted lots of tequila and a T-shirt from Nudies so we got a hotel over by the shell mart😬) TWO nights of downtown Nashville! Both nights ending up at Nudies Honky Tonk. I am telling you I love that bar!!! If that bar was in say Key West I would just pack up and move now. Love it. We had the best time. What I need is a job that pays me to travel and go to these places!!! ❤️❤️ I cant talk him into going all the time like I’d love to. Seems now that most all of the kids are grown ( youngest just turning 13 next month the rest are all adults) he’s out frown letting his ambitions fly to the wind. I get it, do not want anything to ever mess with his sobriety, I just want to live a little before I die. So, all of this I am telling you is because I also wanted to tell you I got me a damn Nudies shirt that night. Yup. I wasn’t leaving until I got one. We compromised I wanted a T-shirt he said it had to be a tank ( and yet again I spent all my cash on tequila shots) I knew what his thinking was ” let her get a tank she will never wear it out of the house” ( I try to be respectable looking most of the time so I don’t let body parts hang out at Wal Mart) I got the tank- a red tank. And damn it if winter didn’t hang around here forever and 9 full moons! Left work tonight at 5:30 put the top down on my car came home and do you know what I put on???? Hell Yeah I did!!

The Experience

Recently, my two sons and I attended a Kid Rock concert. Before the concert, I won a contest through The Rebel Soldiers Fan Club ( Kid Rocks’ fan club) called ” The Ultimate Fan Opportunity” for weeks they kept secret what the actual prize was. Then as other concert winners were attending their prospective concerts, information was leaking here and there. Probably, mostly because I was poking around trying to find out what EXACTLY was going to go down. Not because I enjoy taking the element of surprise out of things, but because I had to convince my husband I didn’t sign up for a full blown orgy back stage with Kid Rock, because the contest CLEARLY stated the opportunity was for the winner ONLY not the winner plus one or the winner plus their party, just THE WINNER, that was it. Therefor, I HAD to track down information, otherwise this winner was NOT going to see the prize!

I had only bought two tickets to the concert because when I bought them, I had no idea there was going to be a contest, little alone that I would win one. The plan all along was for me and our 13 year old son to go. Over the years, he has begged to go to a Kid Rock concert with me. In 2011 my husband and I went to the Born Free concert in Evansville, I promised our son then, the very next concert he could go to. Turned out, I lied. My husband and I went to Noblesville in August of 2011 for another Kid Rock concert. So, when the Rebel Soul tour was announced, it was decided at that moment, me and my son were going to Rock it together!

Then I won the contest, my husbands comment ” What about Trent? You know he won’t sit there by himself” All my joy was sucked out of me! And NOT A SOUL that I knew would agree to leave their seat and come sit in my seat for the last three songs of the concert ( even though we had damn good seats) and no one I knew that wasn’t already going to the concert would agree to buy a ticket and then come sit in my seat for the last three songs of the concert. It was as if everyone was saying, ” Screw You!” It literally came down to a few hours before the concert, I begged and begged my oldest son PLEASE buy a cheap seat ticket. They are ONLY $22 PLEASE!!!!!!! He FINALLY caved! And, I think even he is happy he did.

The following paragraphs are copied from a text I sent to my friend, she sent me a text, and I quote; ” So tell me about how it all went down”…….and I did, then I copied it into a note on my Facebook page, adding The Rest of the story. Now, Here I am copying it to my blog, with The Beginning of the story! Image

Well, Born Free had just started and I felt someone pull on my shirt ( which I already knew security was coming to get me during that song) so I turn and the guy asked Julie? I said yes he said follow me so I followed him down the steps ( we were the 10 th row off the floor) to the floor and all the way to the back of the floor area where there was the other fan club winner and a girl and her boyfriend that had won thru Harley Davidson……
So we just stand there thru most of the song then the guy says ” the next song is Bawtidabaw, when the explosion goes off we go… Follow me” and I was like oh man I wish I hadn’t left my phone with Johnny cause I so need to video this for Tyler Bates!……
So then all these sparkler things start going off all across the stage and Kid Rock comes shooting out of the bottom of the stage ( which is also how he started the show so damn cool) and then BOOM! And we were off dang near sprinting to the front diving our way thru people( not really but I did have to push one chick out of my way)
We get up to the front and walk behind a curtain. And there I am standing UNDER the stage and this guy in a suit comes up to me sticks his hand out and says ” I’m Gio, are you Julie?” And I thought SHIT I’M GETTING KICKED OUT ALREADY! Gio is Head of Kid Rocks personal security! So he says they ( and points to the stage) will go off stage change then they will come back out and they are going to play Happy New Year you guys are going to stand by the Harley and just have a good time like your at a New Years party and they gave us Happy New Years hats……
So the song ends and we walk up on stage all the lights are off and it was so damn cool! A couple minutes went by I guess then the band and Kid Rock come out from a curtain with their gold coats on. And this Gio grabs my arm and says you here…. Then they started playing and I started singing and clapping and waving my hands and jumping up and down ……..
The other fan member that won she was like 70 and so darn cute , the sax player kept turning around and smiling winked a couple times then moved to the other side of the stage! Ha! Then the guitar player came our way and he nodded and smiled and soon he too moved away! And yup KR did look our way, but that was it. No HEY GIRL WHAT’S UP! But he was like 5 feet away from me at one point! They turned the lights on and I could see J2 and Trent then I really went crazy and they were crazy waving back!
They kept drawing the song out, so what is normally a 3 minute song was like 10 minutes, when the song was over we were escorted off stage had our picture taken, not with Kid Rock and told thank you and good bye! And I was HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!

I hadn’t been to Ford yet so I had no idea if our seats were good or not good and the chart you couldn’t really tell. When Trent and I were walking down the steps and we got half way down I turned and said ” NO WAY!” He said WHAT? I about started crying when we finally got to our seats! I mean they seriously could not have been better! Well, yes they could have but not anywhere near my price range! I’m not gonna lie and say I wish I could have gotten a hand shake, but I’m good
( as told by me to Stacy via text message…. She asked how it all went down, so I told her!)
And here is the rest of the story, which I left out of the text messages.
As I am heading back up the steps to where our seats were, I was diverted to a different set of stairs because someone in our section had passed out. However, my sons were waiting for me when I came out of the stairway. And it was on. I was all chatter like I had just drank a gallon of Red Bull followed by a dozen of those energy shot things! I could not shut up. I thought as we hit the doors I was gonna freeze walking back to the Jeep, but nope! I was good to go. And the three of us laughed and laughed and were just crazy ridiculous the whole walk back to our ride. I can’t speak for my boys but I had had the most amazing night! The whole night was just epic! ( I had wished several times that Scott was there, so he was in my heart) I can’t explain how full my heart and my soul felt. It was like, a release….. Not the end of a story, but THE opportunity to turn the page to the next chapter. For some, you are probably thinking this girl is nuts, which I am, but others who are reading this understand exactly what I mean. EPIC!
And now, the REST of the REST of the story. As we are rolling up the highway I say ” who’s window is down?” J2 says ” his” and points to the back I didn’t think anything at first, thought Trent was hot. Didnt seem odd. Then I said ” what’s that smell? OMG! Are you throwing up?” And he was! So we pulled into Windmill. I went in got him some water and napkins and mistakenly lead the cashier to believe I go to EVERY Kid Rock concert, as in crazed psycho fan following him around the country when I just meant all the ones he has in Evansville!….oops! Apparently, he had been feeling sick to his stomach every since we sat down at the concert. I told him NEVER do that again! EVER! He said WHAT? I told him no one and nothing not even Kid Rock is or ever will be more important then my kids and he should not have had to sit thru all that feeling as bad as he did, we would have left! I then felt like the worse parent ever!
This part, I think all of you will love. Chloe gets off the bus today, first thing she says is ” why did Trent stay home?” So I explained how he got sick, she smiled that evil little smile and said….” HMPF, sounds like Trent doesn’t like Kid Rock either!”
HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Image( that’s me in the orange shirt, which just so happens to be a Harley Davidson TShirt!….I have just as many of them as I do Kid Rock tshirts, ok, well maybe not, but I have a few!)

May 2018

Crazy. I was. I can not tell you how insanely over the top crazy I was for Kid Rock. No, I had no grand illusions of being whisked off to forever be his love slave. Ewe. I mean how many ” places” do you think THATS been in. 😲 Noway, I have loads of respect for my place. Anyway, in the deepest darkest depths of my own personal hell his voice was my everything. My best friend, my anger release, my sobering cries. Wow. His voice was all that held me in check. That night, April 1,2013 I was so high on life. I was going to be on stage with the voice that kept me sane. No bundle of nerves no jitters, calm as my soul could be without having been on the Gulf of Mexico. I was ready. And SLAM. No warning signs no sirens, just a big fat fuck you. That’s what it felt like. Right there. I mean just feet away, and not a nod, not a wave not a passing by high five NOTHING. Absolutely nothing. Took me about 7 seconds on that stage to feel it. We were a mosquito buzzing around and around his nose, pissing him off. Resentment. Because he sold out. His backers required him to host the contests but they couldn’t force him to like it or give anything of himself. It hung heavy in the air. Took another 5 seconds to see I was feeling it right. And another .2 seconds to close it all off and say fuck you back. From that moment on Kid Rock as I use to see him was gone. The rest of my time on stage it was about me being on stage where my sons could see me and I could see them and we just danced and waved and acted stupid. It was the death of a friend. My over the edge excitement for anything Kid Rock died as well. For a few years I didn’t even listen to him. We still go to concerts, he puts on one hell of a show. Still dream of him playing for me at this huge 50 birthday party for me. But, he’s not all that anymore. He’s an asshole as I see it. Broke my spirit for awhile but that’s my fault. I put it all on his voice. I needed someone or something to help me through, and his voice did. So, for that I thank him. Still pisses me the hell off. What would it have hurt 2 seconds. *sigh* I dream too big I suppose.

Damn it one of these damn days I am going to be filthy rich with my own damn yacht sailing around one of those beautiful islands with my husband and kids and beautiful friends, ugly ones too, and Kid Rock is gonna wish he had high fives me that night……..

✌🏼

Things I’ve Learned About Running

I am no fitness expert. Not a running expert either. In fact I know nothing about fitness and only a slight bit more then that about running.
I’m not even sure what I have began is considered running at all. It’s probably more of a light jog on the treadmill. I’ve only been at it for two weeks. My goal is to run a 5 K in May.
All that being said, the following is what I have learned about running thus far!
• Choose your playlist very carefully! You want music that will keep you motivated, but will NOT bring out the 80’s head banging or hustle & flow moves because THAT does not end well on a treadmill!
• Have a water bottle which allows you to squirt the water into your mouth versus having to unscrew the lid and drink. On the plus side of the latter, you can play it off as you really worked up one heck of a sweat! 😉
• Wear TWO sports bras- that should be self explanatory
• DO NOT GET ON THE TREADMILL WHEN IT IS SET ON FULL SPEED AHEAD! EVEN IF YOU ARE HOLDING ON- SUPER BAD IDEA!
• Do not position the treadmill so it is anywhere near the ping pong table, that is if you have one. For some reason the person on the side which has them facing you occasionally feels the need to slam the ball as if they are attempting to hit a home run- and yes I am aware home runs don’t exist in ping pong- that’s my point!
• I won’t bring up the dart board, now that I think about it, probably should move the treadmill at this point!
• When your dog comes up and sits and stares at you, do not bend over to let him! Even if you are holding o !
• Stretch before & after
• Stay hydrated ( remember squirt bottle)
• Breath thru both your nose and mouth, more oxygen, less of a headache!
• Set realistic goals
• ALWAYS potty TWICE before you get on the treadmill, cause on e you get going you are still going to think you have to go!
My final words of novice wisdom: try to time your running playlist so you end your run with a song like Queens ” We Are The Champions” or Kid Rocks ” Never Met A Mother Fucker Quite Like Me ” Trust me, when you feel like your either going to puke or passout and you’ve lost your HMPF with one minute left- one of those songs come on and you push yourself through that last minute and get off the treadmill with an attitude like HELL YEAH I DID IT!
Until next time, keep your feet on the ground!

SHUT UP!

If you know me, or if you follow my blog, then you know I am a HUGE Kid Rock fan.
Big deal right? I mean most people are a huge fan of someone or something! What makes me any different or special in a fan kind of way? Nothing at all, on a normal day.
February 12th was NOT a normal day, and neither will April 1rst be.
April 1rst is the Kid Rock concert my son and I are going to.

I should probably rewind some of this so everyone else can understand what on earth I am talking about. I’m sure right now it all sounds either crazy or in code.
Being a member of the Kid Rock fan club, Rebel Soldiers, I was able to enter a contest called ” Once in a Lifetime Fan Opportunity”. Two winners would be picked for each concert venue already on the schedule. No other details. That’s it. So, of course I entered! I entered daily for a week, then they closed the contest.
Sometime after 9 PM on February 12 th I checked my emails via my phone before going to bed. I had an email that said I was a winner for the concert I had chosen. All I had to do was respond to the email with verification I was in fact a fan club member and I do have a ticket for that concert. My first reply to the email said this: ” SHUT UP! Is this for real!?” To which I received an immediate reply that yes it was in fact for real and please submit the verification requested. So I did.
I then receive an email telling me what to do on the day of the concert. That’s it! Nothing else.
Well, at that point I was thinking ” there is no way this is real” Which in checking the fan forum, apparently no one else believed it was real either. For some crazy odd reason, that told me it was in fact real. But why was it so cryptic? No one on the fan forum was talking about their experience at the concerts as winners. Why? Now, it passed cryptic and sailed straight on to creepy.
In talking with another fan, who won for the concert the night before the concert I won for, we wandered …. Are they kidnapping people? I mean cause Jeepers a Once in a Lifetime Fan Opportunity and no one is posting anywhere about it? No pictures NOTHING! ANYWHERE! So that’s it, now we know…. Someone is kidnapping Kid Rock fans! Great!
Luckily, someone finally posted!

It seems they expected way more than what the actual prize ended up being. I think the words they used were something like “complete bullshit, nowhere near the epic experience I thought I was going to get”
Now, I’m going to stop here to tell you before thinking fans were being kidnapped, I had been saying things like ” I’ll probably get a free hotdog and drink” or ” they will have me mop the stage” because in fact a Once in a Lifetime Fan Opportunity would be anything outside the normal buying a ticket to the concert experience, right? Right!
Still all the while hoping I’d get to meet him.
Well, the prize is, during the last song of the concert, the winners for each show get to stand on the stage and clap while Kid Rock signs and performs the last set.
Now, according to the fan that was completely disappointed, he doesn’t even look the winners way! I hope this isn’t true! I mean if I don’t get to meet him, at least I can say HE LOOKED RIGHT AT ME! Of course in my case if he does look right at me it will be because I tripped and fell and knocked something over, probably fall off stage to boot.
I can see the disappointment. I mean you get all excited and tell everyone that you have won, but you don’t know what you have won. And everyone is ” oh you’ll get to meet him!” Now that I know before hand, I can let everyone know, hey I don’t get to meet Kid Rock, but I do get to make an ass out of myself on stage so take plenty of pictures! I’d been a bit ticked if I hadn’t known and then after the concert been asked ” so did ya get to meet him” ….. I’d have felt like a complete idiot!
Thank Goodness I only bought a new pair of jeans and not a new pair of shoes too! What a disaster that could have ended up being! 😉
Who knows, maybe next time!

BIG HAIRY WEAVE!

     You may wanna buckle up for this one. This “happened” from one of those blonde meets attention span impaired slammed into I was so doing something else!
     See, that alone probably made you want to sit down. Unfortunately, it’s true.
     I had 7 different things on my mind, I was trying to get my husbands lunch ready for him to take to work, plus I was trying to remember that cool song I heard on the way home from work. My plans were to mow, and I was getting rather aggrevated I hadn’t made it outside yet. My sister in law text me about then, asked if I had heard “Redeemed” by …….oh man * shakes my head* Big Daddy Weave, man I hope that is right. I told her no, but I’d look it up was also going to look up that boating song as well. She replied with “Pontoon”, hmpf!
So, quickly, before I totally forgot, I looked them both up, downloaded them, then went about what I was doing.
     Finally, I made it to mowing.
     I’ll skip straight to Redeemed, it comes on and I started crying. Simply put, it moved me. I stopped the mower, text my sister in law, now I can not remember the exact text itself, but it was something to the effect that I LOVED that Redeemed song by Big Hairy Weave! I tried to remember who she had said, I really really did. All I could remember was Big and Weave…..well who would have thought Daddy fit in between those two words?!? Only word that made sense to me was Hairy…..hence Big Hairy Weave!
     Now that is how Big Hairy Weave was born. I want you to understand, I had already visualized Big Hairy Weave. This really is nowhere close to the exact visualization :

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But then, neither was what I saw in his video!
     About 2 weeks later, I am sitting in church and someone got up on stage with their guitar and busted out playing Redeemed. Thank goodness I was sitting in the back, I nearly lost it……he didn’t look like Big Hairy Weave either.
     Finally, being the good sister in law she is, broke it down to me. Big……cause he’s a big guy, Daddy…….cause he’s a dad, Weave……hmpf, apparently his last name is Weaver!
     He will forever be Big Hairy Weave to us, we may even have to send him one of those hats with the dreads sewn in!

I Don’t Wanna Be A Grown Up!

     These days, I often forget most everything. It’s disheartening to say the least, that I have forgotten how to be a kid. Ironically, I did not forget all those thousands maybe millions of times I wished so badly to be a grown up! Now that right there is a prime example of ” becareful what you wish for!
     There are days I almost cringe when I hear ” MOM! ” my response after the 10 billionth time of hearing that word is….in the most dramatically sarcastic loud voice I can muster….. ” WHAT?WHAT?WHAT? ” Which then brings on a cry. Now comes the very skilled and hereditary sigh puff with the roll of the eyes and I’m off to hug and kiss and baby. This, is a typical day, not the occassional burst of exhausted hormonal mom versus kid breakdown.
     My questions are:
1. Who lied about castles? ( I wouldn’t have a castle now if it was given to me free and clear….cause I’m NOT cleaning 20,000 sq feet of anything!)
2. Where is the dang butler? ( I get so tired of people knocking on the doors, and we have 4 doors, so then I have to figure out which door they are knocking on while they knock harder and louder because its taking me so long!)
3. Who said I was the maid? ( I know for a fact no one told me this was part of being an adult. Why did I do all those chores growing up, I thought Moms just took naps!)
4. Where are the tickets for all those exotic vacations? ( isn’t that what parents are suppose to do……party all weekend long at fancy resorts while their kids sit at grandma and grandpas all weekend and sometimes a few extra days? I mean why else did my parents ship me there all the time?)
5. What are spa’s? ( this at my house is defined by a 2 minute hot shower, followed by 4 minutes of a cold blast topped off with beating the body wash bottle on my leg to get the last bit out followed by a quick “throw on” of the closest lotion that can be found before someone comes bursting in with the MOM scream. Just so the next day I can wander where on earth that bruise on my leg came from!)
     In all seriousness, there are times I think to myself ” I just wanna go home!” Or ” MOM! Oh, wait where’s the phone….cause she DOESN’T LIVE HERE!”. I get tired of trying to think of what’s for supper. If I pass the trash can and its not been taken out, yes I just smash it down! I throw all the socks in a basket even though I know I’m gonna hear ” I need socks” or “I can’t find any socks!”. I stack laundry on the dryer even though I know they won’t grab it on their way thru, which means when they go digging thru it everything ends up on the floor just to have to be washed again. I close the kids bedroom doors so I don’t have to see it. When I clean the fridge out I put the pans on the floor for the dogs. These are just a few of my “I just can’t want to do it’s”
     Free time? I have no idea what that is. I go to work not just for the paycheck, but to get out of the house!
     Girls day/night? Please explain, in detailed hick terms…..cause if Momma goes so does daughter! Which may explain why friends don’t even call or text to say hey! How are you? Miss you!
     Fun? Does riding the mower across the street for gas count?
     I don’t wanna be a grown up! I take back all those wishes and pleads.
     Instead, I wanna jump off the back of a pontoon on a Tuesday. Go Jeepin on a Thursday. Race the motorized carts at Wal Mart on Mondays. Go muddin on a 4 wheeler on Fridays. Sleep til 3 or 4 on Saturday, after I woke up to watch an hour of cartoons at 8. Go to church on Sunday followed by some down home family dinner, that someone else cooked and has to clean up. And occasionally, dance in the rain…..after running thru the mud puddles!
     Mom!Mom! Where are you?
     Til next time, go dance in a mud puddle!