Rain down on me...

fa la la la la fall on me.

It's that time again, time for Summer to go on vacay and for Fall to slip straight through our fingertips and let Winter just up and roll in without even the slightest warning chill.

Time to put the sandals away, get the coats out and plant some Pansies. Side note: they really shouldn't be called Pansies...they are seriously hardy. Love them.

Why do all good things come to an end? Seriously. Why? I think it's so we don't get too comfy where we're at. It happens all the time...ugh. SO (buttons, ha!) now we are onto a completely different climate for the next few months here and I'm predicting...RAIN!

Actually, the Weather Channel predicts rain, but my money's still on them...and the Farmer's Almanac. Ooh! Interesting-I schooled another guy at work on the fact that I am NOT a city girl.

Hilarious! Everyone thinks my hometown is in Northern VA and they are very surprised to know that as a matter of fact, it is NOT up there. WHEW!

At any rate, this guy couldn't believe the stories I was telling him about my childhood in the rolling hills of my home place. Well, I think once my "I just talked to my mama" accent broke down my "city accent" and we both agreed it's impossible to find a good seed for corn nowadays, he got it. He's cool too...he sounds like Hank on "King of the Hill".

My mom just had a crazy surgery that I was really worried about, but she's such a TROOPER! And really funny on painkillers...just saying...she was talking some crazy, funny stuff! Loves her bunches and bunches :).

It's also my best friend's birfday this Monday. SO (oats, YES!), we will be able to kick it this WEEKEND since my trip home has been delayed yet another WEEKEND.

I think it's going to be fun.

And I'm usually right about these things.

I'm feeling very thankful here and now. It may be the fact that, as retail goes, we have already started setting up Christmas decor and I've already started thinking about my family. See, Christmas has always been about the spirit and not the running around bit for us. Of course, we give and receive stuff, but we have our own traditions that I just LOVE! Such as, waking up and opening presents at 12:01 a.m. Christmas morning and pulling Christmas Crackers during dinner or all the good food everyone makes! Either way you sling it, it is awwwshuuum and I feel awesome. You're all awesome. (Jimmie Dean, anyone?)

I think I may have another blog left in me...maybe another time. Nite!

Country roads...

take me home...to the place, I belong.

Sitting here in my parents living room with the dog snoozing on the chair and my granddad scuffling around the house makes me wonder why I ever left.

Then I remember that now I have my own sweet pad with a dog snoozing on the floor and a boyfriend scuffling around the house...just no gramps or parents. It's strange how we grow up and get older and get new tastes for old flavors that bring that flood of nostalgia you hate, but also think about when you're all alone thinking about...stuff.

My parents have taken my sister to perform in a concert with her school and this morning I woke up and walked with the dog around their garden. Garden, is an understatement...they've got some serious wildlife up in here. Oh, and I woke up before the rooster today. Boo ya...in your FACE, cock-a-doodle-doo. As I was walking around contemplating which plants to take cuttings from to start in my urban, pot-filled (I'm talkin' terra cotta, folks) patio I realize how I took this peace and quiet for granted. I mean, seriously for granted.

Not that Richmond City is the loudest or wildest place to live...it's just we don't have bunnies running from the vegetable garden or frogs jumping into ponds when they hear you coming. No, we just hear sirens, cars with exhausts that are totally compensating for something and car doors. Slamming. Do we not know how to close a door? Must we always pull the old Aimee Elmer and slam that thing like it's your...

Yea, that's enough of that. All I really wanted to say is that being home is always refreshing for me and I'll never regret living here my young life and being able to come back anytime I choose. Those of you that didn't have the opportunity to grow up in a small town that allowed you bare feet 99% of the time or Prom Queen status...I'm sorry. Go rent a cottage in the mountains back here for a week and call me when you're back in town. It's totally worth smelling the honeysuckle and hearing the babbling creek.

Yes, it babbles...no joke.