R.I.P.

In memory of the Studs. I think God needed them for his team.

What's your name?

I was talking to my sister-in-law today and told her I had gotten the oil changed in Big Red (my full size bright red Silverado). She said she and my brother had taken Miss Ellie in for the same thing. Took me a minute to remember that she calls their car Miss Ellie. My sister drives a new car that her family says looks like a microwave. So whenever she starts the car, the radio flashes and says welcome to Jill's microwave. When The Pilot was in high school, he had a foreign sports car called a TR GT6. It was broke down and had to be towed so many times, we just referred to it as Toad. When my Sweetie was driving truck, we had the orange truck, Big Red, Whitey and several just named The Truck. My brother-in-law calls his car Roy. When Violet was little, she thought the song Mustang Sally was Mustang Salad, so of course the Mustang got named Salad. This summer I let The Pilot take Salad to his house. He can keep her locked in the garage when he isn't driving it to Portland and I love how he keeps it so washed and waxed. Violet and I remind him that she is Violet's car. He says he just might have a hard time handing Salad over to Violet. He has been enjoying driving the Mustang but he has a few years yet before he has to give it up.

Seriously?????

What do al gore and obama have in common? They accepted Nobel Peace Awards that should have been given to people that actually deserved them.

July 31, 1966 - July 31, 2009

I loved you yesterday, I love you still, I always have and always will. 43 years today.

June 7, 1945

Happy Birthday

Same song but I lost track of the verse....

I went for a long drive today. Somewhere out in the middle of no where around Warm Springs a State Policeman pulled me over for speeding. Yup, 67 in a 45. I was ready with my story of why I don't carry the registration and insurance information, but he didn't even ask for it. He just wanted my license. He went back to his car for a few minutes. When he came back, he handed me my license and said again he had clocked me doing 67. He said this is 45 through here so slow down and have a nice day. So, it appears that Big Red (my big red Silverado) might be as lucky as the Mustang. That would have been a big ticket!!!

She's still got it

The Mustang, West hill, what fun!!!!