Kathleen H. Taylor
fieldaflowas@yahoo.com
Ahhh. Bruce Springsteen. Classic. It's about time the Super Bowl show included someone who was not full of wardrobe malfunctions and scandals. I was a little jacked with the trash that was said about Bruce on the Internet. Some writer totally dissed him about his age and his dancing. I was thinking to myself, "If I could rock like that at 59, who cares what everyone else says?" I remember listening to Bruce when I was growing up. I was into my sister's music not the unknowns that were playing on the radio at the time. Ahhh, yes, those were the "Glory Days."
The residents of Beason would like to thank the State Road guys for making the trip down our street. We truly appreciated it. Anytime you feel like coming back, feel free to do so. I don't want to be greedy or anything, but, the potholes are hideous again. I realize your schedules are tight, but, pretty soon our road is going to be one great big crater. Then, we will have to invest in some Fred Flintstone vehicles. I guess they would be easier on gas and create more jobs for those who do pedicures for a living. Who needs checks to stimulate the economy? We will all drive F.F. machines and frequent nail salons. Win-win situation right there.
Have you heard or been part of the "Twilight" epidemic? When I first heard about it, I thought it was going to be too teeny bopper for me. But, everyone I know owns the Twilight collection and insisted I read the books. So, I have read two of the four books and I loved them. I was up until 4:00 a.m. one morning finishing the second one. I love to read. If I am really into the book, I can read the whole thing in a very short time. I am going to read the book, "Persuasion" by Jane Austen when I get a chance to. I am getting absolutely nothing accomplished with all the snow days we have had.
I have been visiting my Mom a couple days a week. I catch up on the latest Yoak family happenings and use her washer. My washer went insane and is now living peacefully as an expensive piece of washroom décor. I found that it takes more money to do wash at the Laundromat than gas to go to my Mom's. Plus, she always has better food at her place. Less money, better food. Sounds like a plan.
I am somewhat embarrassed to announce I have finally met my match. Ice. I never thought anyone or anything could "one-up" on me. But, I have to admit I was wrong. Gosh, I hate doing that! I had been using proper mountain driveway etiquette as always, but, the ice decided that it was time to give Kathy the ride of her life. F.Y.I, I was going slower than the posted speed limit (which is slower than cows, but faster than cats). I thought sure I was going to die and my car would be a tuna can. But, when the car finally stopped trying to outdo Scott Hamilton, my first thought was "I can't die yet, who's going to get the kids off the bus?" We all know it can get ugly if moms are late getting to the bus stop.
In the end, it was miraculous that the car was almost undamaged and I wasn't in too bad of shape (if you don't count the black eyes and a broken nose.) To put a small piece of humor to this, don't you just love the questions they ask you at the hospital? My personal favorite was "is that blood all over you from the accident?" It was all I could do not to say, "No, I was pretending I was Hannibal before I came here." (No offense intended to health-care workers, I know you have to ask those questions.) I want to thank Junior, Sharon, Mr. Baker, the EMS (Ritchie County's finest) and everyone who called or came out. West Virginia may have some issues, but, you don't find neighbors and friends that look out for each other just anywhere.
My pick of a very dramatic week is, "Wasted", by Carrie Underwood.
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