Alternately titled…Avery’s Brain Activity In GIFs.
I have a case of the Tuesday random rambles.
I can not focus worth a flip.
Too excited and jittery to sit still.
I want hot chocolate.
Why, you ask? Because it looks wintery outside.
Oh, lawd. Not THAT wintery. Not even close. Please don’t let it ever look that wintery here. The world would end.
Darcy had a vet appointment after work for routine stuff.
*Insert imaginary, really cute photo of Darcy because I forgot to take one*
The early passing of musical great, Tom Petty, makes me immensely sad. And yes, I have been listening to him all day. An inspiration to many. Makes me think about all the other musical greats that left this earthly realm too soon. That Angel Band, man, it sure will be something to hear.
All the finger pointing and hate (in all directions) in the wake of this tragedy also makes me sad.
No GIF for that. I will not justify it with that.
But.
You know what I will do? Leave this here for y’all. And pray for them.
“Pointed fingers must be ware”
And, uh, this because how can I not?
The one thing I can focus on though, is my trip.
Bazinga. Back to being jittery and exited again.
Just a few more days. How will I make it?! So ready to get out of Dodge.
Isn’t that what they say? Who, I don’t know, but people do! My mamma does. And it is true.
Some people also say…
Everything will be OK in the end. If it’s not OK, it’s not the end.
That one actually comes from John Lennon. Also true.
Speaking of John Lennon…not my usual musical style. Stop spreading the hate, y’all. Everywhere I turn, from all sides, that is what I see. And this isn’t even about politics.
That is all.
Oh, and these…To keep it positive and happy and full of love. Y’all.
The cutest two on the earth.
This one. He’s got game.
My cousin came out for a quick 12 hours. We fit a ride in before she had to leave. Great weather, great company, and great horses.
I watched a friend’s dogs this weekend. Beau and Petunia loved each other.
And, well, you know I wouldn’t let you go without the sunset…
Too much? Again, sorry not sorry!
Walk in love, dear readers, and have a great Monday!
I do not like to talk about politics and I am certainly not going to do that here. That is not what this is for. Do not you worry.
I will say this. I am proud.
Proud to be a Texan.
Proud to be an American.
I can not speak for people from other states or countries, but Texans seem to be born proud. It is in our blood and we take it pretty seriously. You do not have to be born here to get it in your blood either, but I have also come across some people in my life that just do not quite seem to understand it.
Sometimes, I can’t quite explain it either. It is somewhat of a mystical thing and has a sort of magnetic pull, something that just wells up inside and grows throughout your life. It is certainly a special place. A place unlike any other. Not the South. Not the West. Uniquely its own. Naturally there are songs written about it. You did not think I would skip that, did you? We will get to that in a minute.
The 4th of July always makes me reflect on this. I feel blessed and grateful to live in this country. To do the things I love to do. To be my independent self. To be able to see the light every day. Prouder still, to be a Texan. It is part of who I am. So. This weekend I celebrated with my family doing what I love because I can. I am free to do so. That is what being an American and being a Texan means to me.
I went to the country. I had quality time with my family. I rode my horses by myself.
I rode my best mare with my Nephew behind me, holding on, while my sister rode Ike with my Niece wrapped in her arms in front of her. One in front of the other and side by side. I baked.
We ate. We drank. We splashed in the baby pool in the yard. We played with dogs. I went fishing with BIL B, his brother, and my Nephew. Which, by the way, is my second most favorite thing to do next to riding. I not only fished, but I caught. I even got to fish with my rod that BIL B made for me because he brought it just in case I wanted to go with them.
I napped. I read. I lost count of how many times we watched Tangled and Frozen during the heat of the day.
People, it would seem, are so terribly divided as of late. I wonder where the pride went. Are they not grateful to be able to see the light everyday? To be able to do what they love? Is it not part of who they are? Where is the love? Love of country? Love of people? Love of themselves? Why focus on the hate when you have a choice?
Focus on the light and love. It is a choice.
Spread the love by walking in love, dear readers. Lead with love!
AHAmoments 