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Wordless Wednesday (Nevermind)

I tried to post a Wordless Wednesday blog.
I’ve noticed some bloggers do it.  They don’t say anything, just post a picture.
I tried, I really did.
I posted the picture, but I couldn’t stand not to say something.  Anything.

I don’t think I’m much of a talker.  I attribute that to my mom, who is one. 

I was shocked to discover that others disagree with this quiet self image I possess. 

Jason for one, thinks I talk all the time.  He regularly reminds me that the first time he called to ask me on a date, I talked 3 hours.  Evidently, he talked some too, or we wouldn’t be here today, now would we?

This year, one of my second graders said, “Mrs. Wheeler, you’re just like my brother.”  Oh yeah, how’s that?  “You’re both always talking.”  Well, Hello????  I’m teaching here.

A friend of mine says when I have a little wine, or a little too much wine rather, I’m not quiet then either.  So that’s three measly people who think I talk alot.  But I don’t, really, I swear it.

So back to the picture. 

My niece is a ten (two months shy of eleven) year old in a 7 year old body.  She’s tiny and weighs in around 52 pounds.  We were out feeding some cows recently. Rest assured this picture was not taken on I-40. 

When Jason was 8 years old, he was driving an old pick-up around his grandpa’s farm doing chores, and walking 5 miles to school uphill, in the snow.  Ashlynn is two years behind schedule according to this mentality.

 He put her in the driver’s seat, only to find she needs a couple Houston telephone books to sit on.  So he had her sit in his lap in order to see over the steering wheel.  She was so relaxed.  Anyone who knows her, knows that relaxed and Ashlynn don’t jive.  She’s never relaxed.  She was also so focused, and again, not a word association for Ash.  It was like she’d been driving since she was two.  She stayed on the road.  She controlled the gas and brake pedal like a pro.  Unlike her auntie here who nearly threw my brother through the windshield of his El Camino on my first drive.

I, on the other hand, was not so relaxed and was white knuckling the Oh S**T Bar the whole time.  Jason kept reminding me to chill out, what is the worst that could happen. 

Nothing did happen.  All the cows are safe.  No barbed wire fence was ran through.  No trees were hit, mostly because there are no trees present in a 50 mile radius.   Ignore the one in the picture.  It’s just a figment of your imagination.  I was surprised.  Astonished.  Impressed. 

Next time we’re going to bring a couple phone books.

And maybe next Wednesday, I’m not going to say anything.  Ha!

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I’m Angel, a.k.a. Rocket Surgeon, and these are my chronicles. I love writing and I believe our stories should be shared, so here you’ll find anecdotes of my life, loves, worries, fears, joys, and experiences. I blog about my mishaps and adventures as a wife, mommy, auntie, wanna-be writer, teacher, Texan, country/city/mountain girl, cereal killer and Jesus-freak. A few things you might discover about me: •Jesus is my everything; without Him I am nothing, but with him I can do all things •My family makes this world a better place for me to live in •I adore chickens, the live ones, although the cooked ones aren’t too bad either •I have 2 dogs: Grace and Ozzie. And one cat: Rocky Muffin •My dream job would be to raise chickens and write best sellers Thanks for stopping by. Kick off your shoes and stay awhile. I know your time is valuable and I honor you for spending a few moments here with me. I hope you find something to brighten your day, lighten your load, make you chuckle and remind you of the good in the world. “When you look for the bad in mankind, expecting to find it, you surely will." Pollyanna I’m always eager to meet new online friends, so leave a comment and introduce yourself.

6 thoughts on “Wordless Wednesday (Nevermind)

  1. Yes, my gift of gab is YOUR cross to bear! I have four children, you know, and three are quiet…..the other is like me and seldom shuts up. Sometimes this gift of gab is a curse.Mama

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