...41 years

......Larry, will you place this ring upon the finger of your bride.
Sherrie, will you place this ring upon the finger of your husband. Let me ask you to join your right hands while we bow to pray......Now will you seal these vows thus made with a kiss and turn to the congregation. May I introduce Mr and Mrs Larry Underhill.

!!!$#@&

Crapdamnit

Oh, Man!!!

So, apparently, the Police do not want me to ride the quad on the street no matter how short the distance. When I said my name, he said "oh, the red Mustang". I think I better leave town for awhile.

How cool is that?

My Sweetie gave me a brand new bright red 1990 Ford Mustang, V8, 5.0, 5 speed for our 24th anniversary. He knew exactly the kind of car I loved. In the early 90's if someone asked what kind of car I drove I could say "I drive that red Mustang". Everyone knew the car. Over the years it lost it's bright red and lost alhoooot of the attention it used to get. Last fall we painted it bright red again. Since I've owned it I have loved to drive up West Hill. It is so cool to hit the bottom of the hill in third gear and goose it as you cut through the center of the curve in the road. You hit fourth gear just as you get to the top of the hill. Of course you are speeding, but the windows are down, the pipes sound good and you can feel all the power; it is so much fun. I have never gotten stopped for speeding there in all these years. Well, tonight, I came up the hill as I always do and came home and parked at the house. After a while, the doorbell rung and it was a police officer. He said they had a complaint of me driving up the hill to fast. I said how do you know it was me? He said "the person complaining said it was "that red Mustang". How cool is that? The police officer knew what car they were talking about. Oh, I did get a warning to slow down. But dang, they said it was "that red Mustang". Too cool.

A very proud day in our family!!!

My son, husband and I finished something today that we started in June of 1990. Our son wanted to be a pilot for a major airline. Today, our son called to say that he had passed his check-ride and was now officially off of probation as a pilot for Southwest Airlines. It has been a long time coming. We all had our jobs working toward this one goal. Our son worked, went to college and did his flight training. I worked for the State of Oregon and for several years, my check went right into The Pilot's bank account so he could pay bills. We got loans, The Pilot got loans and one time we had a second mortgage and several maxed out credit cards. His Dad delivered manufactured housing and made endless trips to Klamath Falls in the middle of winter; sometimes round-tripping KFalls 4-5 times a week. He had dealers on the coast. He went out of state as far as Texas and Louisiana delivering houses to help get The Pilot through. The Pilot got married part way into the journey of getting to the airlines. They had a baby and then twin boys. The Pilot was gone alot of the time. His wife worked very hard at keeping the home fires going on flight instruction pay and then one first-year pay after another. We all kept working toward this goal; and now it's seventeen years and one month later, Wow!! Congratulations SWA pilot.

Sad songs

Before I would never listen to sad songs because they made me sad. Now, I listen to a different type of music and they are all sad songs. I just listen and cry but I listen to them over and over again. There are always parts of a song that are so true.....When I saw the light of day, I wish that I could fly away, instead of kneeling in the sand, catching tear drops in my hand.....

Tomorrow is...

my daughter-in-law's birthday. Although she is my d-i-l, I think of her as my daughter. She has been a great daughter and I love and appreciate her very much. Have a happy birthday and a great day. You deserve it!!!

The Shallow Well Ranch

When my Sweetie and I bought the "little house on the corner" it had a hand-dug well which was not very deep. It worked great in the winter but always went dry in the summer. So, my Sweetie built an arch over the drive way and a rail fence around the yard; then he made a sign that read "Shallow Well Ranch" and hung it over the drive way. With the horses in the pasture and the horse trailer in the drive way, it looked pretty cool. After a few years of dry summers we drilled a well.

I hate holidays and weekends continued...

Today was a hard day. I have gotten through other holidays, but this one was really hard. I had fun with the grand kids and enjoyed talking to my son and daughter-in-law; but every day we are reminded that my Sweetie, son's Dad and Grandpa is not here. Holidays and weekends just rub that in. Almost like they are saying neener, neener. We know you are having a hard time and we wont give up a chance to make it hard for you. I cried on my way to Portland today. My D-I-L was crying when I got there so we shared some tears and then I cried myself back home. This really sucks and I'm so tired of it. The words from a song kept running through my mind - I love you and you love me and everyone sees that I was meant for you and you were meant for me"...