I have not been able to type because I just don't want to really. 

  I haven't even writhen the "C" woman a poem in a while. 

  I just, I guess, I'm in a slump.   I don't have anyone to read what I type therefor, well why sit here and do it?  I spend my time cooking or taking my daughter everywhere.

   I have had a great winter so far.  I got to see "T" again for the second time in a year.  The funny part is that we both had to be out of town to see each other.

   I got to visit with all my nieces, first time in a while (still away from home).

  I have learned a lot in the last few months since I haven't been on here blogging.... I don't miss it.  I don't need to tell anyone what I am doing or how I feel.  I don't have anything really to share.   So in closing, Thanks for stoping bye!

It's Friday! 

   It is strange to read T's blog and see that she hasn't seen the eldest child since January.  You don't think about it that much, but when does the "missing you" factor come into play.

   For the last two weeks my wife and daughter have been out of town, not together, but gone non the less.  I can talk to them on the phone, email, and even "im" the wife so we still are communicating, just not seeing each other.  As for my daughter, I don't get to speak with her because she can only have her phone on at certain times.  To get to my point ('bout time)I don't miss my daughter as much as I do my wife.  I know that my kid is doing something fun and helping others with her mission work.  Wife is working.  I also think that most of you would know the other reasons that I would miss the wife more.  When anyone is away the first day or so is spent doing what you want.  Keep the TV remote handy, not cook, play on the computer, and enjoy the alone time.  But for me, just as soon as I get in bed, that is when I miss wifey.  I get mad because I know that I can't hold her or say good night.  Ya, sure I can call her but it's not the same.  I know that we all have someone we miss, and some we miss a lot.  When I miss someone I start making phone calls to people I haven't talked to in a long time.  I even call wife's family that she doesn't call.  Today is a perfect example of why this is called a blog.  The rambling is just what I felt today.  So when you miss someone this week, just call them and say hi...

    One year we had a flash flood at the lake house.  How cool it was to be able to swim on the dock.  Our walk way to the boat lift was about 30 feet long, I thought that it was just the neatest thing to swim from the walk way  right into the lake.  The flood had caused the water to rise well above the dock and me not understand spacial boundaries, didn't think that the water on the dock was the same as the water in the lake.  I sometimes think that I do that now too.  I wonder why we make things so serious now that we are older.  I had fun, I played by myself, and didn't have one single video game.  I even played with my sister.  We had a blast growing up.  I have so many stories that I could tell. 

    Some people think that bringing up the past is stupid.  To that, I say OH WELL.  Why would God give us a memory if we aren't supposed to use it.  I choose to remember fun stuff that I have done, places I have gone, and friends I have shared with.  Each day that I get to turn the alarm off I am thankful for not only what is ahead, but also for what is behind.  If I didn't remember stuff I would be destined to fail.  I fell that if I didn't remember the stuff I did wrong I would keep doing it. 

    So with that said, think of something that you did as a kid.  Think of something that made you laugh, cry, take a swing at your sister, or heck, hug her neck..... 

      Well, here in Cowtown, we are all waiting for summer to arrive.  Ok, maybe not "all" like the heat as much as I do.  I enjoy living on the edge.  I tan without sunscreen, I don't use Off with DEET and I drink more beer than water while outside..(don't bother telling me I am gong to die, I know I will sometime).  I love being outside when the sun is shining and it is hot.  We have had so much rain and it is still cloudy but the pool is clean and ready.

    I like to remember things from Ms. T's and my childhood.  One summer at the lake, we were swimming.  I am not sure if it was T or our brother, shoot it could have been me for all I know, anywhoo, we all put mud on our head to make our hair turn blonde.  This may be the first ever blonde joke in the making.  Well, I was young and my hair was light anyway.  I thought that the mud really did make my hair turn blonde.  I think that they were teasing me so that I would keep putting mud on my head.  T also saved me, kinda, when I got hurt (almost drowned) and she gave me her towel.  She led me to Mom as the blood gushed down my face.  T is such a good sister, she got so angry with me when I grabbed for her towel.  Then I showed her I was bleeding and she got grossed out and gave it up.  There are way too many stories and I wont bore you, shoot why do I care, know  one reads this but T and Ms. Hank and they know all the stories.  Why do I even keep this thing going? 

    I hope that you all had a great 4th and that the rest of your summer is wonderful and filled with memories. 

THREE CHEERS FOR THE

RED

WHITE

AND BLUE

I AM FREE TO CELEBRATE

AS I CHOOSE

AMERICA

LAND OF THE FREE

THANK A MEMBER OF THE ARMED FORCES

PUT OUT YOUR FLAG

SHOW SOME PRIDE

WE SHOULD GO BACK IN TIME AND DO AS OUR FORE FATHERS

TEND TO OUR OWN BACK YARD

PUT MONEY INTO THINGS HERE

AND BRING HOME OUR TROOPS