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 |   You never know what you'll find - humor, ramblings, rants, randomness- it's all me! |
This description part is challenging. I never know what I will blog about until I start typing. I do know there will be typos. I don't reread or correct my blog. Otherwise it turns technical instead of my feelings and thoughts. Trust me, on stories and poems I'm a grammaraholic, but this is freedom. Sometimes to keep it from getting too personal, I even turn my head away while I type. Weird, right?. I hope you find this somewhat entertaining, thought-provoking, and humorous.   A little about me. The most important things in my life are family, especially my son, Reese, and my husband, Bruce, my walk with God, and making a positive impact in some way. I am a teacher, currently teaching 6th grade Language Arts. While at times my job can be trying, overall, it is one of the most rewarding passions in my life.   This is my wonderful son, Reese. He is now 20 and and a junior at Oklahoma State University. I may be partial, but he is an exceptional kid with the best heart I've ever known. He makes me laugh, think, and want to be a better person. We are both huge Oklahoma State Cowboy fans - Gooooooo Pokes!  This is Reese's dog, Betty. She shares a name with my mother. Reese named her that because she was beautiful and kind just like his Nanny (my mom). I'm not sure my mom is quite convinced it is a compliment though. Betty is a huge part of our family. She even had her own blog for awhile. Poke around at your leisure and shake your head at some of things that go through mine. I always return reviews/comments, though admittedly, sometimes it does take me awhile depending on what life is serving me at that point. Keeping the faith, Audra  |
| Two days ago we dug into savings and bought a 820 John Deere Gator. If you are like me, and aren't sure what I'm talking about, it's a farm man version of a kick ass golf cart - my husband will roll his eyes at that description. It's got power steering, a cherry (?) engine, 3 cylinder, four-wheeler drive, a cup holder, and can haul things.. . like a sprayer or trash, and can go about 50 mph. Knowing this lingo, is making me feel bilingual. We bought it in a town that seemed a long way away but was probably just about 40 minutes from home. Our Uncle Emmitt came with his flat bed trailer to haul it home for us. Here's the scene: We are following behind him hauling our beautiful Gator. We have some tunes going, drinking our Sonic slush (though I was wanting a 7/11 icee -no such luck in Midwestern small towns), talking about what a good decision this was - money well invested to help us both be able to get around the farm easier (and look a little cooler doing it), when my vehicle stops. Not the Gator (remember, it's on Emmitt's trailer), my jeep that I purchased in February. My Jeep Renegade with only 20,000 miles on it. I've never had a newish car like this. It stops while I'm driving. Just kaput. I pull over, because they frown at non-moving vehicles in the middle of the road, wait about five minutes, and it starts finally. I'm behind Uncle Emmitt again, going around what we refer to as the dangerous curve, and the jeep stops again. I find a semi-safe place to pull over, and Bruce calls Emmitt to inform him of this little snag in the road while I call roadside assistance. At this point we were a little over 8 miles from home. By the way, Oklahoma is hot and humid in the summer - it was about 98 degrees and 100 percent humidity. I don't do heat well. Uncle Emmitt needs to go back to his farm; I mean it is daylight and that means working hours to farmers. He unloads the Gator , and we decide after my Jeep gets towed (it took an hour and 1/2), we will ride the Gator home. This is about as country as you can get. We did take mostly back roads but at one point we were on a small highway in a farm vehicle - not like a tractor, that's fairly common, but a Gator. I guess it would be more backwoods and a more interesting story if it were an alligator, but it was still pretty odd. .. . but amazingly fun (even if I did have to pee extremely bad from the Sonic slush)! I do need my jeep back though; air conditioning is greatly missed. Sorry for the typos; my contacts are fogged up and dirty, and I'm not sure where I took my glasses off while sleepwalking. Google John Deere Gator - it's kinda a cool deal, Audra |
| Are you perpetually early or late? Ironically, I am about eleven hours late getting this blog in, but I am normally an early person. At least when I'm going somewhere or have an appointment. In fact, I get antsy if we aren't going to be somewhere on time or early. I come by this from my dad who will leave 45 minutes early when going somewhere that is 10 minutes away. It is ingrained in me. However, it is not ingrained in the rest of the world. . . or my sister which goes to show you being consistently late is neither a nature or nurture issue. When my husband and I began 'talking' before dating. You know how it is. . . you are just throwing all kinds of questions out there: Favorite music, types of movies you like, any sexual diseases not taken care of (kidding - my husband would have passed out if I casually brought that up), do you have most your teeth, and are you an early or late kind of person? My husband's response: Well, I try to be early but it never works out. I knew right then he was a 'later'. But, I still love him. And he comes by it naturally, too. His whole family is 'laters'. So technically, I shouldn't let it bother me if we are late to an event with them because we will still be the first people there, but it does. Case in point, we were supposed to leave at 10:00 a.m.; it is now 10:30 a.m. He's outside somewhere with the neighbor riding his new Gator. The things that keep me calm in scenarios like this is music and writing. I have some '80's tunes playing and I've written a blog. Tada! I would color but surely we won't be so late that I could finish one of those intricate adult coloring book pages. No use getting mad - honestly, it never makes me mad. It does however make me fidgety. Tapping my toes with the music and fidgeting, Audra |
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