Kathleen H. Taylor
fieldaflowas@yahoo.com
I have noticed that the Baker family has a new lawn ornament. I would like to borrow it. It is much better and more versatile than your average concrete deer. I think it would make a great stage, for, say, a 40th birthday party.
I totally dig my new (old) Explorer. I almost like it better than my Torrent. The Explorer has air conditioning controls for the back seat area. I love that feature. Ethan likes it minus five degrees if he gets his hands on the air conditioner. For some reason, he also feels he should be in charge of the CD player. Occasionally, when I am very tired or my nerves are shot, I let him pick a CD. I always hope he won't choose Toby Keith or Elvis Presley every single time. When he gets a wild streak, he shocks me and picks 3 Doors Down. He is even slowly warming up to some Lynryd Skynryd. I am not prejudice or anything, but he does a mean "Free Bird." I have found that you must gradually introduce children to the cool stuff. Otherwise, they will panic and revert to Wiggles tunes. I absolutely will not allow that. No Wiggles Weirdness will be touching MY CD player. The only drag about the Explorer is it doesn't have the CD controls on the steering wheel. I guess I have been somewhat spoiled with the Torrent.
Kathy and her new/old Explorer
My friend Thelma and I, along with our posse, had a bonfire a couple of weekends ago. We talked about everything under the sun. One topic was how stupid some movies could be. We all agreed that Smokey and the Bandit was a movie at the top of the idiocy list. But, yet, we could all quote Jackie Gleason's lines very well. How does that happen? I think that says we are unofficial film critics eager to watch movies for unofficial commendation. Look out Ebert! There were also a series of questionable jokes told throughout the evening. It seems everyone who told some did so incorrectly which made for jokes without a punchline by the end of the night. There was a particular one about watermelons and bowling balls. It must've been edited numerously because I didn't get it by the time it came to me. But, that's what good friends are for, to tell confusing jokes and quote Jackie Gleason.
We went walking up the road the other night, taking in the sights and sounds of Beason and Billy (our mentally challenged dog) nearly getting his butt kicked. I can understand that Bill has had some trauma in his life. For example, I accidentally ran over his brother when they were puppies. His mentor and partner in crime, Buster, has recently passed to the eternal territory he can mark at his leisure. I am sure these events have affected Bill to some extent. However, he should have a grip on the fact he is a small dog. If small dogs mess with big dogs, somebody is going to get nailed. Billy was fixin' on getting nailed. We ended up turning around and getting him off the hook. He isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, that's for sure.
Dervin and Daniel Huffman from Lewisburg were up for a short vacation. Unfortunately, their holiday involved manual labor, high temperatures and hay. Ick. Not my idea of a vacation. They did make it to my house in search of vittles and facilities. They chill at their vacation home in Slab Creek. However, Slab Creek Graceland lacks facilities in which would make it camping instead of vacationing. Double ick for me. I would tell you where Slab Creek is, but I have no clue. I have no sense of direction and would find it very traumatizing to try and explain where it is. Some people would testify and know it would be challenging for me to find my way out of even a paper bag.
My song pick of the week is, "John Deere Green" by Sammy Kershaw. Enjoy it.
Peace and happiness.
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