Ride’em Cowboy

The year was 1999.   th

We were living in the tiny house behind the funeral home we just bought in this Southern town.  I would drive the girls the half mile to school each morning.

I remember the car…. it was an Audi A4, 5-speed in forest green. It had a unique smell. I miss that car and would love to have it back for just one, sunny warm  day.

I could not find a photo of the three of them from 1999, but this would have been around 2000-2001…close enough.

I could not find a photo of the three of them from 1999, but this would have been around 2000-2001…close enough.

The girls sang along with this CD  as we made the brief trip to the school yard.

None of them seem to remember this song, but  I do.

I love the memories….of the simple things.

Wouldn’t it be great to be able to go back and get a few “re-do’s” for some of  the mistakes we made?

This song, by The Good Rats  was  not on the vinyl album and was added to the cd as a bonus. It’s name was  switched with another song on the CD.  I can’t hear it without being in that car with my three girls.

 

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Crap Happens Every Single Day

A Simple Village Undertaker:

It’s all about the pull quote…..

Originally posted on Moments with Millie:

screws us

Things happen every day: the car broke down; I got to work late; I woke up feeling sick; I looked at my bank account and it’s overdrawn and I don’t know what happened; I think my husband is having an affair; etc….  There are millions of scenarios for every second of every day.  I am learning from every experience that the greatest part of happiness, suffering, joy, and all other emotions is dependent on the perception and disposition of how we relate to issues. It isn’t based on our circumstances or events or what seems to be happening when it all goes to hell in a hand basket. It is all based on how we relate to the situations. We get to choose to be stagnant or move forward.

Crap happens and it stinks big time. It happens to each one of us.  Heck, it happens to animals.  Ever watched…

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Monday Morning Blues

th-1Another week begins……

Maybe a short work week, depending on where you work and whether or not you are Christian.

Holy week; a time to reflect, be contrite, humble and thankful….waiting for Easter Sunday.

Listening to the blues usually gets me in that mood….thinking about how fortunate I am, but also acknowledging my fraility and sinfulness  as a human being. I get introspective.  I get honest with myself.

Hopefully, it will be better for us than it appeared to be  for Mississippi John Hurt back when he wrote this song..

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A Different Kettle Of Fish

I saw this tonight….lots of beauty….lots of Darwin in action, but awesome nonetheless.

 

Thanks, Carla

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From The Archives

Pulled out from my 2011 archives….A Sung, Lenten Prayer

Worth recycling.

Even if you are not Christian…do yourself a favor and listen to this three-minute Orthodox Chant…..beautiful in it’s sonic quality and reverence.

 

Thanks again, John

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A Difference

“Act as if what you do makes a difference.  It does”……..William James

 

Elissa “Jelly” got to run the Cooper River Bridge Run yesterday, filling in for the sister of one of her friends, who couldn’t make it. To make it even better, she was able to use the sister’s registration, so she didn’t have to pay. Thanks to Laura Jean and her  parents for inviting Elissa and making a difference.

Laura Jean (L) and Elissa just before the start of the race.

Laura Jean (L) and Elissa just before the start of the race.

 

#2 Daughter, one of thirty three  thousand  today at the  Charleston Bridge Run.

#2 Daughter, one of thirty three thousand today at the Charleston Bridge Run.

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French Tan Lines

So there we were Friday night, frying & baking fish and making  fries for the third and final installment of the 2015 edition of our Lenten Fish Fry at Knights of Columbus, Council #3684.

Jim just didn't know what to say…..

Jim just didn’t know what to say…..

Then out of nowhere arrives a tall, french number, complete with tan lines.  She caught my buddy Jim offguard as he was tending to the “baked fish”.  He got her a drink and she shared with us what it’s like to live a life of being greasy and salty.

We then cleaned up and went home, but we will be back next year.

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