...I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires. I just got back from another whirlwind weekend over to the Hill. That four hour drive gets old, but its well worth it to see my family and friends. I wasn't planning on going over there, but somehow between ten phone calls and a gazillion text messages, I was convinced to come. What I will do for my friends! Plus, Stacey was there for her 10 year class reunion, so I had extra reason to drive over there. Although, Stacey was being shady per usual. (kidding, Stace!) This weekend was pretty low-key though. I have to say, I love me some Heath. He is super sweet to let me crash at his house every weekend and follow him around all day. But I love hanging out with old Heathie. Made me feel like I was about 17 again. Probably because of this:
It had been a while since I have sat on a truck tailgate out at a cotton field just hanging out. Well, Preston and I hung out while Heath worked. Guess Heath had to do something productive on Saturday and since he was a slacker that morning, he had to work that evening. So we had to wait for him to get finished so we could meet some folks for dinner. I had forgotten how much fun it is just to sit on a farm watching the tractor make its rounds. Good times. And something else to bring me back to my younger days...riding dirt roads surrounded by peanut and cotton fields listening to some good music. Too bad I forgot my cowboy boots. :) Never a bad thing to get back to your roots and just enjoy being around good, down to earth people. It doesn't matter how long its been since you've seen them, you pick right up where you left off. Those are good friends. I'm thinking I've been a city girl for too long. You can take the girl off the farm, but you can't take the farm out of the girl.
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