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Saturday, December 31, 2011


Gone... another year. My, how time flies!

Looking back on 2011 leaves me savoring in thoughts wrought with highs and lows. Even though the year brought about a few unexpected surprises, I have much to be thankful for, all of which makes the memories and experiences of these last 12 months that much more valuable.  I would like to say things were perfect but, I figured out a long time ago; life is what you make of it... imperfections and all.

Looking back on County Rd. 29 in Coosa County.
So, here's to looking back! Looking back is good for reflection, however, I plan to use that reflection to embrace the New Year with vigor and determination.  I have a mental checklist of behaviors I plan to change, memories I need keep, and baggage I need to throw away... for good!

I think turning the page on the calendar is going to feel good this year.


Lady R

Author's Note: I know I missed my posts this week, but I had some wonderful family time in Iowa and enjoyed my trip back home immensely (even though I didn't get to experience even the first snow flake!).

Friday, December 23, 2011


Don't forget... Jesus IS the reason for the season!


Red... my Christmas brother! (and favorite clown!)
My brother Red shares his birthday with Jesus.  I always felt sorry for him not getting to have a special day all to himself, but hey... not everybody can be as special has he is! I love you bro... and Happy Birthday!!


Thursday, December 22, 2011


Going home for Christmas!

For the last 30 something years, that expression has brought it's share of joy, excitement, anticipation and stress!  Don't get me wrong... I love Christmas, and I love going home... but when the two events are happening simultaneously, the stress meter definitely gets a bit of a work out.  Making sure you have everything you need for the trip, as well as not forgetting anybody's Christmas... well, you get my drift.

And speaking of drifts, the news of our heartland being under heavy snow and blizzard conditions, makes me drift back in time to another "going home for Christmas" trip... a trip that left scars and will live in our minds forever!

It was the Christmas of  1981. Harley and I had just bought our first new car as a married couple and we thought we were the shit.  A silver 1980 Datsun 200 SX. We might have been married, but we still wanted to hold on to some cool factor, and that quick little 5 speed fed our need for play. The only trouble with our awesome SX is, it was a bit small when it came to loading up the family... with all our luggage.

Our "family" during that time, consisted of us and two English Shepherds, Molly and Keiva. They were male and female litter mates and each weighed in at about 75 and 90 lbs. respectively.  Not the largest shepherds we've ever had, but when you're putting them in the back seat of a small compact car, they seemed much larger. Complicate that arrangement with a 16 hour drive, that turned into a 24 hour nightmare during blizzard conditions... well, hold on a minute... it gets worse.

The very morning we were to leave, I noticed a small blood spot on Molly's leg and wondered what she had done to hurt herself.  After looking her over, I was baffled, until I noticed that she kept licking herself.  Looking under her belly, I discovered her "love spot" was swollen and... YEP! You guessed it... she just went into "heat".  Yay us!!  Now what?  We've heard of doggie diapers so we decided to stop by the pet store on our way out of town to see if this would help our situation. Our biggest thought at that moment was how we were going to keep her from making a mess out of our new car! I mean come on...  really??

After procuring some diapers, we headed north to Iowa.  We thought the problem was solved, but unfortunately, Keiva had other plans. Dogs don't care if you're their sister. I could see it in his eyes. He was thinking it was his duty...  if you're ready to f*#k, than by golly Miss Molly,  I'm ready to oblige ya!!

So went the circling... and the panting... and the hunching... and the scolding... all while in the confines of the small compact back seat of the Datsun.  I kept thinking that we need to hurry up and get there so we can let these poor creatures out of this tiny little cage. Molly kept giving Keiva those sideways glances as she kept her "love spot" planted firmly to the seat, all while he was trying to persuade her to do otherwise. He hunched and hunched, to the point that I was afraid the poor dog was going to throw his back out before we could get him out of this car!

In addition to enduring the backseat ballet, the further north we got, the more volatile the weather became.  We've been warned that there may be a storm during our drive up, but we figured as long we stayed on the interstate, we should be pretty good.  About the time we turned west onto I-75 in Indianapolis, the snow and ice storm made driving extremely difficult and dangerous. We trekked on, but the speedometer never went over 30 mph, taking us over 5 hours to travel 150 miles.  We noticed that most vehicles we encountered were either creeping along like us, or hanging off the edge of the road, having slipped into the loose stuff enough to remain trapped there. In spite of all that... we continued on.

Stopping to stretch legs and pee became something of an event also.  The first time the dogs hopped out of the car and there was snow on the ground, you would have thought their paws were on fire.  Picking up their feet and prancing around trying to figure how to move about without stepping in this very strange new stuff, was a comical site indeed.  Every time Molly squatted to pee, (yes... the snow was deep!) she stood back up and kept searching for a clear spot.  (I guess if I sat my "love spot" in the snow, it would give me a start also).  Eventually, she figured out that if you dribble just a little bit out, you can melt a hole in the snow, which then allowed her to squat all the way down and finish her business. Smart girl!

We got to mom and dad's house much later than expected, but we made it safe and sound.  After preparing a nice comfy place in the basement for the pups, (separated!) we officially commenced our Christmas holiday.  The dogs got used to, and actually enjoyed playing in the snow and Molly's "condition" eventually waned.  Everything seemed to settle down, but as all good vacations go, it was over too quick.   Before you knew it, we were headed back south  Our very large family... in our little compact car.

We made it back to our southern home without issue.  The weather stayed good and thank God, we didn't deliver any puppies in February. Time passed and it wasn't until Spring came along before our Christmas trip to Iowa came back up as a hot topic of conversation. My dad was pissed! It seems, during our stay, Keiva (and Molly) left him many large presents in his yard.  I guess when a big dog drops a turd bomb (or pees a lake the size of Erie) onto frozen ground, it freezes and stays there until Spring.  When April came around and thawed out dad's yard, it was laden with very large brown dead spots, a sure result of lots and lots of Keiva bombs! Oh my!

About three seasons later, his bare spots filled in and his yard finally started to look nice again. He eventually saw the humor in Keiva's fertilization efforts, but the "NO VACANCY" sign went up for puppies, and never came back down. I'm sure if he were here today, he'd have something funny to say about it, and he really did love his Granddogs... as long as they stayed home!

So many Christmases have come and gone now, and there have been many trips back home share them. Today our family consists of two small dogs, referred to as "the boys", and a trio of felines.  My moms thinks they're pretty good little guys, so she's decided it was time to take down the "NO VACANCY" sign and welcome them home for Christmas.  Yay us!

Bandit and Joker are as excited as two little kids in a candy store. They're going home for Christmas and can't wait to go see Grandma!  We have since learned many valuable lessons in regards to traveling with animals, and we tried to make life easier with our downsized "family".  Little dogs equals little turds and trust me when I say... we'll have plenty of potty pads.

Merry Christmas everybody! Have a great holiday!

Lady R

Monday, December 19, 2011


I've been pretty busy lately, getting ready for the holidays and making sure we're ready for our trip, so I was a bit hurried when I chose today's selection.  However, today's pic's are scenes from my favorite road. It's rewarding to observe the seasonal changes in your collections of pictures from a favorite location.


I think the title of this blog pretty much sums it up. Riding (or driving) along roads like these will most likely shake off even the biggest of burdens life tends to throw you.  Don't sweat the small stuff, but if you do, go take in a little "southern comfort".

Have a great week everybody!

Lady R

Monday, December 12, 2011


I'm leaving our warm temps behind and going north, to cold country so I can enjoy my Christmas holiday in Dubuque, Iowa with my family.  We don't get snow in the south very often so I still get a kick out of playing in it when I go home to visit. 

The Julien Dubuque Bridge

Looking over the downtown area
I took these pictures two years ago, the last time I was home for Christmas, and I'm reminded how old my hometown is.  Although, there are many new things to bring visitors to Dubuque, she holds the title as oldest town in Iowa.

I love standing on this hill and looking out over the city.  It feels so... homey.

I don't think they have snow on the ground yet, but there's still time.  We are taking the Jeep, so I'm not worried. Let it snow... let it snow... let it snow!

Have a great week everybody!

Lady R

Friday, December 9, 2011


Gary was a single guy living at home with his father and working in the family business. When he found out he was going to inherit a fortune when his sickly father died, he decided he needed to find a wife with whom to share his fortune.

One evening, at an investment meeting, he spotted the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her natural beauty took his breath away.

"I may look like just an ordinary guy," he said to her, "but in just a few short years, my father will die and I will inherit $200 million."

Impressed, the woman asked for his business card. Three days later... she became his stepmother.

Women are so much better at financial planning than men!

Thursday, December 8, 2011


As most bikers know, the best rides are the long and leisure ones. Finding that perfect road with sweeping curves and roller coaster like hills is like hitting the mother load.  Add a beautiful dose of amazing scenery and you have the perfect recipe for a good ride.  Seeing the countryside on two wheels has brought me more gratification than I can shake a stick at.  I don't think anything will ever replace the feelings I would experience while riding my Glide, but due to a few changes in my life... my search for the ultimate road has changed a bit.

Now that we have a Jeep, a "good" road (if you can even call it that) is laden with ruts and rocks and lined with a gauntlet of sharp tree branches that occasionally reach out for you as you pass, as if to play "tag, your it" with the doors.

Gone are the smooth rides with leans and speed... replaced by agitation gratification.  Climbing to the top of a rutted out fire road embedded with small boulders, is like going through the wash cycle of your Kenmore washing machine. The constant side to side jerky movements coupled with a fling, forward or back, every now and then pretty much sums it up.

Trekking in the Jeep is very different that riding the Glide, but the gratification of doing something adventurous and fun remains the same. Harley and I are doing the best we can to live our lives to the fullest, and 4 wheelin' in the woods (with the puppies!) is helping us meet that goal. I would be lying if I told you I don't miss riding, but the path I've chosen is what works for us... for now at least.

Before the Jeep, folks would ask... "Are you riding this weekend?"  The answer would almost always be a resounding "Yes!".  Now when asked what we're doing for the weekend, I just respond... "I'm going to get agitated!"

Lady R

Monday, December 5, 2011


One of my favorite places to ride, is up around Mt. Cheaha and Talladega National Forest.  Now that I have a Jeep, it's my favorite place to climb!  People have asked me, "Where do you spend your Saturdays these days?"  My answer is short and immediate... "the woods!"

The hills you see in the distance are the Talladega, Rebbecca, and Horn Mountains.  Harley and I have been all over the Mt. Cheaha area on our Glides, enjoying the hilly curves of the asphalt, but lately we've been exploring the rough and rugged ridge tops of these hills.

While exploring the rugged trails that cut through these steep hills, our Jeep adventures have allowed us to enjoy a part of our beautiful state that seems to be hidden from the rest of the world. It's amazing how peaceful and serene it is up there. 

I have accumulated quite a collection of pictures while trekking across these secluded pathways and I plan to share them with you all soon. 

Have a nice week everybody!

Lady R

Friday, December 2, 2011


An elderly couple was celebrating their sixtieth anniversary. The couple had married as childhood sweethearts and had moved back to their old neighborhood after they retired. Holding hands, they walked back to their old school. It was not locked, so they entered, and found the old desk they'd shared, where Andy had carved... I love you, Sally.

On their way back home, a bag of money fell out of an armored car, practically landing at their feet. Sally quickly picked it up and, not sure what to do with it, they took it home. There, she counted the money... fifty thousand dollars!

Andy said, "We've got to give it back."

But Sally replied, "Finders keepers."

She put the money back in the bag and hid it in their attic.

The next day, two police officers were canvassing the neighborhood looking for the money, and knocked on their door. "Pardon me, did either of you find a bag that fell out of an armored car yesterday?"

Sally said, "No".

Andy chimed in and said, "She's lying. She hid it up in the attic."

Sally responded, "Don't believe him, he's getting senile".

The agents turned to Andy and began to question him. One said, "Tell us the story from the beginning."

Andy started to explain, "Well, when Sally and I were walking home from school yesterday..."

The first police officer turned to his partner and said, "We're outta here!"


Monday, November 28, 2011


I hope you all survived the Thanksgiving holiday, complete with full bellies and kicks in the shins (that's for all you black Friday shoppers!) Mine was a very lazy one this year, but it was totally the best.  Harley and I went back up to the mountain to see if we could get our bee hive and it appears (as RichardM stated in his comment) someone probably used it for target practice. It was shot to hell and back... left nothing but gray confetti hangin' on a stick. It was not purty! Damn Richard, how did you know?

Anyway, my monitor went bad last week and I didn't replace it until yesterday, so I wasn't able to ponder over my photos and prepare properly for my Pic of the Week. Forgive me folks, but I'll try to do better next time. 

This pic has been hanging around my files for a long time and for some crazy reason, I just can't delete it.  I know I'm grasping here, but I always thought there would be an appropriate time for a pic like this. Today... is that time.


I think I'll let you all tell me what YOU see. I know what this cloud looks like to me, and I was wondering of anybody else sees what I see. Please comment and let me know!

Have a great week everybody, and don't forget... Name that cloud!

Lady R

Friday, November 25, 2011


A little boy and his grandfather are raking leaves in the yard. The little boy sees an earthworm trying to get back into its hole. He says, "Grandpa, I bet I can put that worm back in that hole." The grandfather replies, "I'll bet you five dollars you can't. It's too wiggly and limp to put back in that little hole." 

The little boy runs into the house and comes back out with a can of hair spray. He sprays the worm until it is straight and stiff as a board. The boy then proceeds to put the worm back into the hole. The grandfather hands the little boy five dollars, grabs the hair spray and runs into the house.  

Thirty minutes later the grandfather comes back out and hands the boy another five dollars. The little boy says, "Grandpa, you already gave me five dollars." The grandfather replies, "I know. That's from your Grandma."

Happy Friday all! 

Lady R

Thursday, November 24, 2011


I'm inspired by two of my favorite bloggers... Mq01 over at Ms. M's Place and Kurt Sutter, creator of Sons of Anarchy and his blog, SutterInk.  Kurt posted his first and Ms. M followed suit. It seemed fitting for today.


For love... I almost became a widow this summer, but God spared me that.

For my job... In today's economy, I'm very grateful to be blessed with work.

For family... Coming from as large a family as I do... you never feel alone.

For friends... I have some real gems in my collection. (I couldn't make it without you!)

For my relatively good health and somewhat sane peace of mind.  (or at least that's my story... and I'm sticking to it!)

For my dad's discipline and keen sense of humor, and my mom's patience and consideration.

I am thankful I had parents that loved each other and worked together, to mold me into who I am today.


Whether you're celebrating your holiday with a house full, or just a few... take a moment to look around the room.  Savor the moment... and count your blessings.

What are you thankful for?

Lady R

Monday, November 21, 2011


Harley and I have been hunting new roads and trails that lets us play in our Jeep the way Jeeps are meant to be played with.  Last Saturday, we were in the woods away from all other traffic, enjoying the comfortable temperatures of fall when Harley spotted this huge wasp nest.


It was the biggest wasp nest I've ever seen!  We sat there and watched it for a while to see if it was still active.  Harley had this big idea to cut it down and take it home with us.  Although we both agreed that this would look cool hanging in our backyard, neither one of us was willing to go tap it to see if it was full of bees!!

We had the machete, but we didn't have any way of wrapping it up or carrying it.  I think we'll visit that place again, armed with wasp spray and a plastic garbage bag.  Probably not the smartest plan I've ever had, but certainly the most daring. I'll let you know how it turns out.

I guess I'll be like Paul Harvey next week and give you all... "the rest of the story!"

Have a great week everybody!

Bee Keeper Wannabe,
Lady R

Saturday, November 19, 2011


Today is such a nice fall day, I think we'll go huntin'... for tire killers!!

We found an awesome road to practice our 4X4 skills.  We just have to watch out for those dangerous predators of rubber! I'll let ya know if we find some!

Whether your on two... or four... Let's ride!! Have a great Saturday everybody!!

Lady R

Friday, November 18, 2011



A man walked into the produce section of his local supermarket and asked to buy a half head of lettuce.  The boy working in that department told him that they only sold whole heads of lettuce. The man was insistent that the boy ask his manager about the matter.

Walking into the back room, the boy said to the manager, "Some dummy wants to buy a half a head of lettuce."

As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man standing right behind him, so he added, "And this nice gentleman kindly offered to buy the other half."  The manager approved the deal and the man went on his way.

Later, the manager said to the boy, "I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation earlier.  We like people who think on their feet here. Where are you from, son?"
"Alabama, sir." the boy replied.

 "Well, why did you leave Alabama?" the manager asked.

The boy said, "Sir, there's nothing but prostitutes and football players there."

"Really?" replied the manager. "My wife is from Alabama."

"Get outta here!" the boy said, "Who'd she play for?"

(Photo copied from the web)

Monday, November 14, 2011


Saturday, Harley and I loaded up the puppies and took a topless Jeep up to the Talladega National Forest.  It was a gorgeous fall day with sunny skies and temps hoovering in the mid 60's.  We had all terrain fun with our four wheels and saw some great fall colors to boot! 


(sung to the tune of "On Top Of Old Smokey")
On top of Rebecca,
All covered with trees.
Look how my Jeep matches,
With all of these leaves.

What else were you thinking?? Hmmmmmmm...???

Rebecca Mountain joins up with Horn Mountain as they serve as foothills to their bigger brother, Mt.Cheaha, which is Alabama's highest point.


I just love crawling through the forest and creeping our way through God's beautiful creation.  The peek-a-boo views are worth every effort that it takes to get here.

I have more to share and pictures to show, but for now... have a great week everybody!

Lady R

Friday, November 11, 2011


Today is Veteran's Day... the day to honor and remember all the men and women who served (and are still serving) in our Nation's Armed Forces.  So to all of them... THANK YOU! 

Usually, my Veteran's Day posts are more somber, but since today's holiday fell on a Friday, (my "Funny" day), I decided to let our guys and gals in uniform show you the lighter side of military life.  It can get pretty intense for them sometimes and you just have to grab your fun however and whenever you can.  I found these pics on CrookedBrains blog and the joke came from the Reader's Digest's "Humor In Uniform".

A retired Navy admiral, my father, began a second career working in a bank. One morning, while he prepared his desk for the day, he was approached by a young officer from the nearby Naval base.

“Sorry, but this department isn’t open yet,” Dad said.

“But its nine o’clock!” protested the officer.

My father didn’t look at his watch. Instead, he surveyed his customer’s uniform.

“Ensign,” he snapped, “I’ll decide when it’s nine o’clock!”
~Susan N. Bolinger




Because their sacrifice for our freedom is never a laughing matter, we chose to remember them with respect and honor.  However, we all know... laughter is the best medicine.


Lady R

Monday, November 7, 2011


No... that's not snow... it's cotton!  It's harvest time around here for cotton and I was able to get a couple good snaps of a typical (albeit a bit on the small side) cotton field before it was picked clean of it's treasure.


I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times they are not forgotten;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

Have a great week everybody!

Lady R

Friday, November 4, 2011


 Warning: Today's funny is for ladies only. Sorry guys, you may just want to close your eyes... don't say I didn't warn you!

I had a flat tire yesterday, so I got out of the car and opened the trunk.

I took out my cardboard men, unfolded them, and stood them at the rear of  my car facing oncoming traffic.  The cars started slowing down to look at my life-like men, which made it safer for me to work at the side of the road. 

Unfortunately, traffic started backing up.  Everybody is honking their horns and waving like crazy.  I couldn't worry about all that, I had a flat tire to change. 

It wasn't long before a state trooper pulled up behind me and said... "What's going on here?"

"My car has a flat tire," I responded calmly.

"Well", he continued, "what are those cardboard men doing here by the road?"

I couldn't believe that he didn't know... So I told him,

"Helloooooo... those are my Emergency Flashers!"

Woooo Hoooo!!

Thursday, November 3, 2011


I just wanted to take some time today to remember my dad. It will be two years this coming February since he passed away, and not a day goes by that I don't have some thought of him.  Going through the year of "firsts" was terrible, but today being his second birthday in heaven, it feels good to be able to remember him and laugh over stories of him (which there are many, trust me!).

For me, my dad was my strength, my motivator, my provider... my hero. He was a firm believer in the motto..."spare the rod, spoil the child", but through it all, I always felt his love.  I'm very proud of the person I am today and I owe it all to him and my mom.  He was a man who lived as though family was the most important thing in his life.  It's amazing what that feels like.
To the man who started it all... my first motorcycle ride (I've shared this before, but here it is again).

And my most favorite picture of all, (probably because it's the last picture I have of me and him together) New Year's Eve 2009.

RIP Papa J - November 3, 1938 - February 20, 2010.
Thank you dad... for all you've done for me. Happy Birthday!

Lady R

Monday, October 31, 2011



Freddy Fudpucker and his Zombie.

They've been know to hang around good folks, but they can be a strange pair. Best to stay clear of them. I understand that the Zombie can get pretty... spooky! (That's her story and she's stickin' to it!)

Be afraid... be very afraid! Muwahahahahahaha!

Be safe and watch out for the kids!  Let's keep Halloween fun!

Lady R

Author's note: Be sure and check out my Friday's post BOO!! WHAT SCARES YOU?  Do you have a favorite Halloween memory?

Friday, October 28, 2011


Halloween is upon us!  That's right folks, we are just days away from the annual invasion of ghosts, goblins, and little Lady Gaga's!  Okay... throw in some princesses and cowboys too, cause they'll be right there, with the witches and warlocks, scaring the crap out of the neighborhood cats and making all the dogs crazy.   

"Trick or Treat! Smell my feet... give me something good to eat!"

Truth is, I love Halloween. It's one of my favorite holidays because I get to play dress up.  Adult Halloween parties can be a blast, but I think I get more enjoyment out of seeing all the kiddos.  Even if I'm not going anywhere but to the front door (11 thousand times!) I'll often dress up to make coming to my house a bit more interesting for the little beggars. Working for a dentist has great advantages.  He makes great fangs and there's nothing funnier than watching a kids eyes grow wide with uncertainty when he sees those sharp points peeking out from under my lip. Muwahahahahahaha!

I wonder... what is your favorite Halloween memory?

Harley and I know a married couple who host a Halloween party ever year.  This is always grand annual event for them and there is usually a big crowd that looks forward to this and everybody comes decked out in some of the best costumes I've ever seen.  The refreshments were always fun because our hostess would label everything to fit the mood.  Pigs in a blanket were called mummy fingers, meatballs were monkey brains, and spinach dip would be marked as bat shit.  (Yeah... I'll take some of that!)

It was back in the late 80's when Leather Face made his comeback in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2.  The party was in full swing with drinking and dancing and some of the prize producing games had already begun.  We were wall to wall with merry makers when all of a sudden the front door slammed opened (that's what happens when the door gets pushed open with such force that it crashes loudly into the inside wall) and in came Leather Face... wielding an extremely loud chainsaw over his head and yelling at the top of his lungs.

Haaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!  (and the chainsaw goes...) Bbrrraaaaaaaaa, bbrrraaaaaaaa, braa, braa, braa!!

Mayhem ensued!! It was a sea of assholes and elbows trying to escape the terror.  Drinks went flying, women were crying and men screamed like little girls.  I think we even had a few pissers, but I can't be certain. It was pretty wild!  Thankfully, our hostess is a party throwing professional so she had already cleared her home of valuable breakables, so a busted out screen door at the back of the house ended up being the only casualty.  (Besides a few broke fingernails and a poke in the eye!) 

It was quickly revealed to us that there was no actual chain on the chain saw, but it still took over an hour for everybody to settle down enough to get the party back to a somewhat normal gathering.  Needless to say, ol' Leather Face won the "Best Costume" prize for that year. Imagine that!

So... what is your favorite Halloween memory?
Lady R

P. S.  For all my readers who thought they weren't going to get their FRIDAY FUNNY... here it is!

(photo taken from the web)
No... this wasn't a costume contest.  It was their real wedding picture! TRICK OR TREAT!

Monday, October 24, 2011


Back in the fall of '09, Harley and I rode the Glides up to Chattanooga, TN for a family vacation to celebrate his Stepmother's 70th birthday.   We had really pretty weather during ride, it was just cold as hell!  You can read more about that trip in my post  "To Ride... Or Not To Ride.  Is That Even A Question?"

I was able to capture these great pictures from the deck of our rental cabin, right on the Tennessee River. 


Harley and I have been back up in that area a couple of times since then.  It's one of our favorite places to ride. We nearly froze our butts off on our return trip though... it was 35 degrees freezing the morning we left to come back home!  Brrrrrrrr!!

Have a great week everybody!

Lady R