As ya'll know from previous blogs, I ummmm lets call it re-located last May. Same city, new house with fewer people.....well I just happen to have run across a 1920's Bungalow on a brick street. Perfect size, perfect color and absolutely the most perfect front porch ever!
Now I am sure you are wondering just exactly why I am raving about this front porch. First of all when I bought the bungalow, the porch had just been painted a fresh coat of white. Not a scratch on any of the 2 by's could be found. It is large enough to hold those southern style potted ferns, a porch swing on the south side and enough room for friends to gather on the north side. I was so proud of my little shiny penny that anytime it got a nick in the paint, I was a freakin' on the inside anyway.
After months of rain, snow, sunshine, you name it the steps on my porch began to look a little worn. Now the old owners being gracious as they were, left me some paint in the basement. So I began to think, I will just whip out that paint and get this to lookin' new and squeaky where you can't tell that anyone has ever stepped foot on it....and then something very heart warming came to mind.
These porch steps are worn for many reasons, one is the seasons, which means I have had the opportunity with my two healthy eyes to see, rain, snow, sleet and hail. It also means I have lived another year and yep I pinched myself and it is true, I am still a kickin'.
Those worn steps mean that many many friends and family have been to my home, and used those two steps to come and see me. Maybe for a cook out, maybe for some shared babysitting, a cup of coffee, a good laugh or to lend out a shoulder to cry on. So needless to say, someday those steps will get painted, just for weathering sake, but I no longer see them as something worn down, I see them as a path that love and friendship travels on.
So, the next time you see something around your homestead gettting a little "weathered" or "tired" take a minute, maybe on your porch, to think why it is in this condition. Just like humans things become battered and used up and aged a little, but as long as we keep those steps open, there will always be someone there to repair us, just a little!
Unsaddling for Now,
C.C.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Buzzards and Horses
You know I like to think of myself as a fairly decent driver. I have been behind the wheel since about age 6. I grew up learning to drive an old Ford my Daddy had bought from his brother and the big treat was getting to drive to the dump! Yes folks I said the dump. Obviously a very good memory, because for some silly reason or another I can't seem to recall what the first dance song at my wedding was....but I can recall taking a whirl on the floor with my Daddy to none the less "Daddy Let Me Drive".
Anyway, I have warned you, I get off track a bit, so lately I have been doing quite a bit of driving on the ole' local highways in my tank of a vehicle. Which by the way, thank goodness it sports what I like to call "The Bad Boy" bumper, some may call it a brush guard, grill guard, and one of my life long friends likes to call it a cow bumper but that is a whole different story.
So cruising along, at the speedlimit of course, headin' to the ranch for a long weekend, I take out a buzzard. Seriously who takes out a buzzard. Heck I didn't know they need at least 10 feet to actually get off the ground. Yes if you put a buzzard in an 8X8 topless (not you, the box) it can not get out because it needs take off room. Soooo I am cruising along, chatting with Peedles, convincing her that it is way more fun to look for cows, horses and water than it is to watch movies in the car, when after glancing back at the road, WHACK! I took out the buzzard.
So thinking the buzzard thing is pretty strange, I think I am going to start watching for things on the road, so last night, there is this stretch of Northbound highway I like to take a little chill out drive on. I go a few miles north, flip it, and head back south towards home. So I have had a long day and need the drive, have the music a goin' the windows down when I notice wayyyyyy to late there is a HORSE IN THE MIDDLE OF MY LANE! Now ya' have to understand, it is nighttime, I don't want to swerve, so I take out the horse. Not just any horse, a blue plastic rocking horse with large yellow handles sticking out of the ears. Just large enough to get wedged uner the "Bad Boy"....and it drags. So out in the sticks, in the dark I am under, yes folks under my car dragging out the injured horse. So the relaxing drive, turned into small bits of gravel in the knees and a few words I would rather not share right now.......and no ya'll the horse didn't make it.
I am off for now, saddle up and have a good one, and remember keep your eye on the road, literally!
C.C.
Anyway, I have warned you, I get off track a bit, so lately I have been doing quite a bit of driving on the ole' local highways in my tank of a vehicle. Which by the way, thank goodness it sports what I like to call "The Bad Boy" bumper, some may call it a brush guard, grill guard, and one of my life long friends likes to call it a cow bumper but that is a whole different story.
So cruising along, at the speedlimit of course, headin' to the ranch for a long weekend, I take out a buzzard. Seriously who takes out a buzzard. Heck I didn't know they need at least 10 feet to actually get off the ground. Yes if you put a buzzard in an 8X8 topless (not you, the box) it can not get out because it needs take off room. Soooo I am cruising along, chatting with Peedles, convincing her that it is way more fun to look for cows, horses and water than it is to watch movies in the car, when after glancing back at the road, WHACK! I took out the buzzard.
So thinking the buzzard thing is pretty strange, I think I am going to start watching for things on the road, so last night, there is this stretch of Northbound highway I like to take a little chill out drive on. I go a few miles north, flip it, and head back south towards home. So I have had a long day and need the drive, have the music a goin' the windows down when I notice wayyyyyy to late there is a HORSE IN THE MIDDLE OF MY LANE! Now ya' have to understand, it is nighttime, I don't want to swerve, so I take out the horse. Not just any horse, a blue plastic rocking horse with large yellow handles sticking out of the ears. Just large enough to get wedged uner the "Bad Boy"....and it drags. So out in the sticks, in the dark I am under, yes folks under my car dragging out the injured horse. So the relaxing drive, turned into small bits of gravel in the knees and a few words I would rather not share right now.......and no ya'll the horse didn't make it.
I am off for now, saddle up and have a good one, and remember keep your eye on the road, literally!
C.C.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Back in the Saddle again....
Ever feel like you are out there, on the range, all alone. Well guess what darlin' you aren't!
As I reached the ripe ole' age of 30 I got to thinking that I needed to find me a man of the marrying kind. You know the kind with a job, a vehicle (that runs...), has some manners, and maybe decent in-laws. I know I know the in-laws thing was pushing it. Yep I was gonna find me one of those fellows, come you know what or high water. Being that the word had been set out there, well my friends, my married friends that is, were all on a mission. My single friends were still out there drinking Cosmos, playing coy and dang sure not sharing the phone numbers they collected at happy hour.
So anyway back to the story, so you know when you aren't married, you wanna' be, and well sometimes when you are taken, you'd rather be alone.....well at that time, I wasn't and I wanted to be, all married up that is, so I turned to my friends, my family and anyone who would listen onto this grand idea of mine called "Find me Mr. Right, not Mr. Right Now..." and I will be danged if I didn't go in hook, line and sinker. But with hindsite, not sinker, just hook and line.
Now that he and I are no longer a we, yep that is right, I am a statistic, I realize that a big fancy wedding, moving from state to godforesaken state and not really knowing each other is not going to end well. We probably did everything wrong (NOT IMMORAL) that a couple could do, which over time I will share with you, now that I see a slight bit of humor in it.....but we did one thing right and that is my little Peedles, yep my mini-me 2 year old who I do believe hung the moon. Okay so she didn't actually climb a ladder and put Mr. Moon up there, but she did win the Miss West Texas Baby Pagent at 6 mo. old, so to me that is the same thing. Anyway I tend to get off track, but there are some things you will learn about me, so I might as well get them out in the open so we can start this great friendship.
1. I am a Texas Native, you can take me out of Texas, you can't take Texas out of me EVER.
2. I am proud, yep of my friends, family and life in general, don't like it, then don't read it.
3. Black and White, not like a zebra, but there is no hem hawing around in my world.
4. I love love love to cook, and I am going to share with you some of my lip smacking recipes.
5. I believe in three things, God, Babies and Texas. Did I mention Texas....
6. The higher the hair the closer to heaven.
Well, I am going to sign off for now, but I hope this is the beginning of a great partnership.
C.C.
As I reached the ripe ole' age of 30 I got to thinking that I needed to find me a man of the marrying kind. You know the kind with a job, a vehicle (that runs...), has some manners, and maybe decent in-laws. I know I know the in-laws thing was pushing it. Yep I was gonna find me one of those fellows, come you know what or high water. Being that the word had been set out there, well my friends, my married friends that is, were all on a mission. My single friends were still out there drinking Cosmos, playing coy and dang sure not sharing the phone numbers they collected at happy hour.
So anyway back to the story, so you know when you aren't married, you wanna' be, and well sometimes when you are taken, you'd rather be alone.....well at that time, I wasn't and I wanted to be, all married up that is, so I turned to my friends, my family and anyone who would listen onto this grand idea of mine called "Find me Mr. Right, not Mr. Right Now..." and I will be danged if I didn't go in hook, line and sinker. But with hindsite, not sinker, just hook and line.
Now that he and I are no longer a we, yep that is right, I am a statistic, I realize that a big fancy wedding, moving from state to godforesaken state and not really knowing each other is not going to end well. We probably did everything wrong (NOT IMMORAL) that a couple could do, which over time I will share with you, now that I see a slight bit of humor in it.....but we did one thing right and that is my little Peedles, yep my mini-me 2 year old who I do believe hung the moon. Okay so she didn't actually climb a ladder and put Mr. Moon up there, but she did win the Miss West Texas Baby Pagent at 6 mo. old, so to me that is the same thing. Anyway I tend to get off track, but there are some things you will learn about me, so I might as well get them out in the open so we can start this great friendship.
1. I am a Texas Native, you can take me out of Texas, you can't take Texas out of me EVER.
2. I am proud, yep of my friends, family and life in general, don't like it, then don't read it.
3. Black and White, not like a zebra, but there is no hem hawing around in my world.
4. I love love love to cook, and I am going to share with you some of my lip smacking recipes.
5. I believe in three things, God, Babies and Texas. Did I mention Texas....
6. The higher the hair the closer to heaven.
Well, I am going to sign off for now, but I hope this is the beginning of a great partnership.
C.C.
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