Friday, May 23, 2008

Big wheels keep on turning

Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the southland
I miss alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes

Made it down to my parents. Sure, it's only three hours, but with three kids that's always an adventure.

Memorial Day weekend is spent with my parents. My husband has other plans - one of which is a now 15 year tradition.

My husband played Augusta National Golf Club yesterday. You know, where they play The Masters? Yea. There. He promised pictures - as he took my new camera with him.

This morning he was up at 4 am and on his way to Indianapolis. You know. The Indy 500... Oh, the tradition.

He lives a charmed life I tell you.

But I'm ok with it. After all, I'll spend with weekend with my doting mom. Dad will be back Sunday. He's on a walkabout in the mountains with his brother. Me? I'm banking my days. At this point, I could probably leave for a month.

I'll wait. I'll bide my time. It's coming, I tell you. It's coming. I just need something really, really good. And for my mom to retire so they can watch the kids.

Have a great weekend, all!


1 comment:

Mayberrys said...

G - I am at Indy, too!! Typing this from a hotel while I wait for our stunt motorcyclist police escort (another Indy tradition). Will let you know if I find him among the other 399,998 people here ;-)