*Disclaimer - I haven't blogged in almost a month because blogspot.com has switched how they do things and I just haven't figured it out. A few weeks ago I had a really nice post but couldn't figure out how to make the paragraphs seperated or how to add pictures and put them where I wanted them to be. But I miss blogging, so here is goes, I don't care how the format ends up, it's going to just all be laid out there.
So this weekend I spent the most fabulous weekend at home. I haven't seen Jill or Dillon since Christmas, so even though Dan and I have been planning on going home next weekend for about four months for a friend's wedding, I happily made the trip since it was the only time they could make it home too.
And did we ever enjoy... I finally made it home around 1:00 am on Saturday morning, and I didn't even care that Jill and Dillon were sleeping so soundly, I woke Jill up, made a bed for Dillon on the floor, and climbed into bed with Jill. That is just what we do.
We talked and laughed for about an hour before I said, "I need to get some sleep so I can spend all day with Dillon tomorrow," and off I went.
The rest of the weekend was packed full of wonderful moments and funny confessions and laughs... that I can't even begin to describe the weekend (and I can't even share any pictures of the weekend because my camera showed up in St. Leon completely broke).
And today, after the three days at home, and in the middle of a four hour drive home, I heard this song on the radio, and smiled.
Somethin Bout A Truck
"Something about a truck in a farmer's field
No trespass sign, and time to kill
Nobody's gonna get hurt, so what's the big deal
Something about a truck in a farmer's field
Something about beer sitting on ice
After a long hard day makes it taste just right
On that dropped tailgate on a summer night
Something about beer sitting on ice
Something about a girl in a red sundress
With an ice cold beer pressed against her lips
In that farmer's field, will make a boy a mess
Something about a girl in a red sundress
Something about a kiss that's gonna lead to more
On that dropped tailgate, back behind the corn
The most natural thing, you've ever felt before
Something about a kiss that's gonna lead to more
Something about a truck in a field
And a girl in a red sundress with an ice cold beer to
her lips
Begging for another kiss
Something about you and me and the birds and the bees
And Lord have mercy it's a beautiful thing
Ain't nothing about it luck, something about a truck
Something about a creek around 2 am
After a few of those beers you wanna dive on in
You don't need no clothes, just hang em on a limb
Something about a creek around 2 am
Something about a truck in a field
And a girl in a red sundress with an ice cold beer to
her lips
Begging for another kiss
Something about you and me and the birds and the bees
And Lord have mercy it's a beautiful thing
Ain't nothing about it luck, something about a truck
Ain't nothing about it luck, something about a truck"
So, a few years ago, I was that girl, I always wore the sundress... and red is my favorite color. And I still do wear the sundress, if my family can't tell by the five new dresses I bought on the shopping trip that was meant for a few tops and a new bra. (Neither of which were purchased).
And I sat on Tailgates, and I drank the ice cold beers, and I enjoyed my life in the small town.
There is just something about it, even when I go home now.
There's something about the crisp air and the shining stars
There's something about my Dad icing down beers for the entire day, so when you are ready for one they make your teeth hurt because they are so cold
There's something about the sale's tax that isn't 10.75%
There's something about shopping with your best friend
There's something about seeing Joey Votto hit a walk off grand slam... and dance around a kitchen with a glass of wine celebrating
There's something about eating outside
There's something about your Mom happily doing your laundry
There's something about your nephew sharing his blankie with you because you left yours at home
There's semething about having an entire wiffle ball field in your front yard
There's something about having a family that has it's specialties, so whenever you have a family gathering, everyone knows what to bring... and it's the best meal you've had in awhile.
There's something about a chocolate cake with caramel icing that's been pasted down from generations
There's something about a coffee maker that churns out pot after pot
There's something about a mechanic who can make omelets like any trained chef I've ever met... That's my Dad, if you were wondering
There's something about laughing until you think you are going to pee your pants... and it would be perfectly exceptable because you wouldn't be the only person.
There's something about being extremely excited about being invited over for a simple meal of spagetti and meatballs... because you know it's homemade and it's one of your favorite recipes that you are dying to learn.
There's something about taking naps, all cuddled up with your older sister and younger brother, thinking how lucky you are to be the dreaded "middle child"
There's something about a campfire
There's something about telling stories around that campfire
There's something about your dad telling you, "I changed your oil, and the filter, put the new tags on your license plate, and put five gallons of gas in your tank," and you asking him, "And how much do I owe you for these services?" And he tells you, "Free of charge."
There's something about watching day time television with your Mom because you decided you needed to take Monday off to spend more time with them
... and that something... Is Home.
I cannot trade that place for anything, I just have to know that I am so lucky to call it mine... My Home.
