Hobos In Love

                                                  

In the shady part of town, in the nice part of town, I feel better when I see hobos in love.  This may sound odd, but seeing homeless or "down on their luck" folks walking together, holding hands, makes me feel good. Maybe those guys don't have a house with a porch, maybe the are going to the Jackson House to get a free peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch, maybe they don't have any money at all, so they are going to ask for change at the Walgreens, but they have each other. They have a companion and someone to talk to for a little while.  They love each other and hold hands as they walk up the street. I do and give what I can and I know it's not enough, but sometimes, having a hand to hold is the most important thing.

I Want To Shop For My Own Birthday

I try not to go to malls and look at stuff because it makes me want everything. Malls and the Internet make me want stuff i didn't even  know existed and that's just stupid. I've lived very well without most of the see. Still, when I look something like the gardeners supply boot tray I think I have to have it.  Yeah, I want that boot tray cause it keeps all the muddy boots off the ground.  We have something called a 'shoe pot' behind our front door. By the end of the week there are sometimes seven or eight pairs of shoes and boots in the pot.  A rack that holds them sounds way better than a  pot. I also want a new pair of cowboy boots and Toms to put in my shoe pot.

I want furniture too because none of ours matches. We have granny furniture from three different old women and the kids get the left overs.  I need a twin trundle bed pull out for Sandor's room. It has drawers underneath so he can more effectively hide all his trash, dead lizards and candy wrappers when I tell him to clean his room. When I see things like boot trays and trundle beds I imagine my house will suddenly be clean and organized if I just buy this stuff.

And then there's my bed.  If I don't get Botox for my birthday I better get a beautiful quilt and bedding set. I actually really like this one. It's a black damask bedding set and it's gorgeous. Look it all matches! I have three different pillow cases on my bed right now, stripes, white, and Sponge bob Square Pants.  I would feel like a queen if I had a bed that looked like this and I'd probably make my bed a lot more often. I think my kids would even respect me more if my bed was this beautiful. Chances are they'll bring me breakfast in bed just cause my room is so lovely. 

My birthday is only three weeks away. Hey folks, you need to start shopping now and please use real wrapping paper. I'm not a fan of those gift bags.

Friday Night Glory

Friday morning...it's awesome because there's a home game tonight at Fountain Lake. And on Friday mornings when I drive around the school I get to see all the senior high players in the big purple jerseys.  They stand together, they swagger together. The girls bump up against them and everybody laughs. The lights will be turned on this afternoon and the field will glow as the sun sets. The stadium is beautiful and pristine, waiting for the Friday night warriors. Most are sweet boys who hug their moms and their mom's friends. They throw footballs at the little boys who wear jerseys on Fridays too, hoping they will some day be able to take the field when the stands are packed and the home crowd cheers and rings cowbells. They are teen-age boys, all on the verge of becoming men, taking care of business, getting a job done, for their school, for their fans and for a tiny Arkansas community built around the purple and gold Cobras.

Teenagers On The Couch

When teenagers come over and hang out at the house, that makes me so happy. Come, eat my food, watch my tv, tease my youngest son.  Last night Lexie's football playing boyfriend came over and her buddy Angel.  I handed Lex a plate of pork chops and some corn to shuck.  They all stayed outside shucking and grilling, then came in to watch Deadliest Warrior. They check their facebooks, text and Lex was doing a dance called the "Wobble". they play stupid games and throw stuff at each other. It was so perfect. yeah, they kind of make a mess but the boy shakes hands with my husband, Angel gave me a hug and fell asleep on the couch and it was wonderful.And i definitely would rather have them here than anyplace else.  I try not to hover too much, I stay in the kitchen and occasionally throw napkins at them and tell them to stop "snuggling" under the blanket on the couch. But I can hear the laughing and cutting up, I can hear the stupid jokes and Ethan showing off his football war wounds and that's an absolutely magical sound.

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