Kathleen H. Taylor
fieldaflowas@yahoo.com
Gosh, it's Monday again. How did that happen? The whole summer just slipped away before I had time to do much chillaxin'. (For those of you unfamiliar with the term, it is found in the "25 and under Crowd with Too Much Time on Their Hands Dictionary.") I believe it is the combination of the two words, chill and relax=chillaxin. I wouldn't lose any sleep over the definition; I don't see it as a future Jeopardy question. I guess it could be if the game were hosted by one of the Girls Next Door. (If you are unfamiliar with these chicks, tune into their late show if there's nothing else on and you are suffering a major case of insomnia).
Their show is similar to Court TV in the sense that enables the viewer to realize their own lives aren't as lame as they once thought. All I have to do is catch one episode of People's Court and I feel my I.Q. increased by fifty points. Sometimes, the cases get so stupid I often wonder, "Are you people being paid to be morons or what?" Anyway, what does this have to do with Beason? Nothing, really. I can't remember where I was going with that story. I have heard that the onset of senility can occur at age 40 for those born on August 11.
Kathy and her Groupies will be roadtrippin' to Cincinnati for a few days. I got an excellent deal on www.hotels.com I even got a place with the word "resort" in the title. I am so excited about that. I was already excited about the possibility of meeting SpongeBob at Kings Island, but this even beats that! Apparently, I am not only easily amused, but easily pleased as well. I don't think that's always a bad thing.
Several wall-worthy antlered animals have been spotted in our area. I recommend all the hunters lose the talking fish and prepare the wall for a trophy. According to witnesses, the drinking water was extra special last spring. I intend on getting out there this fall and end the rumors that I can't bag a deer.
If everyone will recall, a couple years ago I got my nose busted, but ended up with a button buck. Hey, I'm not making that up; I have the scar to prove it. The SpongeBob band-aid I had across my nose was quite a conversation starter at a family gathering that fall. For once in my life, I was the most popular girl because of something funny I had done and not something on the verge of being immoral or illegal.
Just an FYI, I will be easily spotted in the woods this fall. As I will be hunting in my pink hiking boots and of course something in that screaming, painful shade of orange. I will definitely be safe from being shot, but, I will have the risk of being arrested by the Fashion Police.
I noticed K.B.'s chariot had some issues this week. I told his parents if I had a nickel for every time my ride felt the need to take a day off, I would be a very rich woman. There have been many times in my life where my vehicle was a step away from Flintstone material. At this point in time, a FlintstoneMobile would save a lot on gas not to mention car payments.
It has been rumored that a resident had been removed from office for no reason or one of those secret reasons. (those reasons can be found in a book of nonsense titled," Covering Tracks by Members of the Big Game"). I have heard through the grapevine that is was due to an injury that couldn't be fixed with just one average doctor visit. It is unfortunate for both parties involved. From what I understand, they could've profited greatly from their teamwork.
I have been out and about with my camera again. We have had so many amazing sunsets over the summer. Sometimes, I just have to stop and capture something so beautiful while it's happening. I am certain that all the people between Rt. 50 and Beason think I am crazy. Some of my best pictures have been taken between those areas. Well, someday, I might be the crazy woman from Beason that takes pictures for National Geographic. I always say if you're going to dream, dream big.
My music choice of the week is, "Whatever It Takes" by Lifehouse. It is simply for saps just like me. Yep, that's me-easily amused, crazy and a sap.
Peace.
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