Every day I drive by this house. It’s directly across the street from the YMCA parking lot and it’s like many of the houses close to the Oklahoma State University campus. The couch on the front porch is by no means unusual. It’s a rent house like nearly all of the houses in that part of town.
What makes this house a little different is the lettering across the top of the porch, just under the eaves, that proudly proclaims “Garth Brooks and Sandy lived here 1987-88.”
I always wonder about the land lord who put that lettering up there. Do they charge extra to live there? And exactly when did they decide to put that lettering up? Where else did Garth (and/or Sandy) live while they were going to school here?
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My sisterinlaw’s biopsy will be on Tuesday. In the meantime we are playing and staying busy this weekend. Hank, DeeDee, and Tommy are all at the mobile spay and neuter clinic right now. Husband bought a 1984 21 foot ski boat, a 1965 Chevy stepside pickup, and a couple of motorcycles at an auction today, while the kids and I attended a free community event where we got free hotdogs, cookies, drinks, balloons, popcorn and horseback rides. We had fun. Tomorrow I get to go do something cool that I’ll be sharing with you in the first week or so of October. I’m really excited about it, but it has to stay a secret for now. (I know, I’m being mysterious. Sorry! You have to wait to find out what it is.)
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I’m a sucker for internet quizes and Sherry posted a fun one that I had to take. This is one of the coolest ones I’ve taken in quite a while. Let me know if you take it and post it so I can come see your results.
Your result for Reincarnation Placement Exam…
Spy
Live well, ride fast, and die young, baby!
Well, you turned out to be something of a rogue. This may not be exactly the life you wanted… but it’s difficult to place people who want to enjoy all the romance and intrigue of civilization, without actually having a demanding job. Besides, since you enjoy the benefits of humanity so much more than you enjoy the press of humanity itself… you shouldn’t have much trouble with your role in life. As long as you aren’t afraid of danger there’s a place for you in society, even if it’s a rather dark and wicked place. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to fulfill the role of a spy.
The good news: You’re free and clever, and you can do whatever the heck you want. The bad news: everybody else is free and clever too, and they’re not all on your side.
With the flick of a blade, you can change the course of history. Might be fun. Might be a little messy.
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UPDATE! Husband took the quiz and we laughed at the results. Dude, it hits pretty close to the mark–well except for the horses, we don’t have horses to make a part of the family.
Your result for Reincarnation Placement Exam…
Gypsy Camp
You sing! You dance! You flee from the authorities!
You were a bit difficult to place, because you like civilization and humanity — but when it comes to work, you don’t really fit into the system, the ruts and the rituals, that modern civilization embraces. You like your own ways… your old ways.
We’ve placed you among a hardy Gypsy family. They’ll have you plucking a violin before you can talk, and dancing before you can walk. The road is your home, and your horses are members of your family. You get to wear lots of shiny things.
We expect that you’ll have a good life. Even if your people are surrounded by a world where they don’t really fit in, they have each other, an oasis of compatibility in an unbalanced world. We know you’ll make the most of it!
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My best friend from college–my college roommate–married my oldest step-brother in 1995 and became my sister-in-law.
I was her maid of honor. I was there when she gave birth. I am their son’s godmother. We’ve been there for each other through the deaths of beloved family members, family dramas, and my step-brother’s diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis. Oh and let’s not forget my step-mother’s lupus and other assorted health problems, and my schizophrenic father’s suicide.
Some of my best memories come from times we have spent together shopping, exploring cemetaries, camping and crawling through caves, cruising and getting lost on road trips, and bar hopping.
Tomorrow, she meets with a surgeon to schedule a biopsy. He’s the “best breast health guy in the region.” Over the last three weeks she has gone from finding a lump, to a mammogram, to an ultrasound, and an MRI. It doesn’t look good. Cysts have been ruled out. She has been told that it is most likely breast cancer. She has already made the decision that if the biopsy confirms cancer she will have a double mastectomy–I can’t even imagine having to make that decision.
She’s three and half months younger than me.
I’m scared for her…. and for me and the rest of her friends and family. But mostly for her.
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One of our dogs is an escape artist. We’ve given up on keeping him in the fence. He jumps it. He stays on our property (mostly) and always comes back, so we’ve given up. We do live in the country afterall.
He’s scheduled for a long overdue neutering this weekend, I’m hoping that will put a stop to some of his wanderlust.
Anyway, when I got back from taking the children to school (late again) I found he had left us a present at the top of the porch stairs. So I left his generous gift where he dropped it, took him inside with me, and went to tell my husband about it.
“Hank left us a present on the porch.”
“Oh? Did he take a dump or kill something?”
“He killed something.”
“Really? What is it?”
“A baby cottontail rabbit. The top half of it, to be exact.”
“Aaaah….Eeeew…. Are you sure it was Hank?”
“Who else would it be? Besides when I got home, he ran to the porch, picked it up and dropped it again to make sure I knew he got me a present. I left it there, and brought him inside, so that you could see it.”
“I DON’T WANT TO SEE IT! I DON’T WANT TO SEE THE PRESENT.”
“Sorry. If I have to see it you have to see it.”
This better not be an indication of the kind of week it’s going to be. I know it’s a full moon, but damn.
What’s the grossest, ickiest, or completely unwanted present you ever got?
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It’s getting to the point that if they aren’t together—so that we can compare their sizes—we can’t tell them apart.
A common question asked around here is “Which one is that, Mo or Tommy?”
For the record, Tommy is on the left, his daddy, Mo is on the right. Tommy is just past 6 months now and scheduled to be neutered (along with his sister) at the end of this month.
For more critters this weekend visit the Friday Ark at the Modulator’s.
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