Leaving Home...And what we take with us

Watching my youngest son leave the nest and make his way into the world, I am reminded of my own journey from the nest.  My parents were the quintessential Hippies...Children of the Sun...and I was their Love Child...  Imagine their surprise when they gave birth to a REPUBLICAN...oh the horror...
My parents led a peaceful, loving existence filled with Music & Friends and Parties at the Drop of a Hat... There was often someone staying with us as they worked out the kinks in their "journey"....  They were happy with what they had, but as their child, I wanted more...  That's the Republican Mega-Consumer in me...
I grew up, had kids of my own, married, divorced, remarried and made a Rural Life for myself & my kids on a Cotton Farm & Ranch.  Our life has been filled with hard work, Football, & Agriculture...  Parties or Events are thrown together at the drop of a hat, we drive Pick-up's, SUV's, John Deere Tractors & Heavy Equipment.  I'm not afraid to fight hard for what I want...Often I've pushed my kids hard to excel at things and to take chances...But I still have an Affinity for Peace Signs and want us all to get along & Love One Another....
Which brings me to my own Son, who is going off to make a life that he hopes will be so different from mine....No Farm Life for Sky...he's off to see the world and make his mark...live in Big Cities and "do things"...Unlike his Mother (me) who is happy here on the farm and only journeys to the city for Provisions or Culture... 
Skyler takes with him more of me with him than he realizes...just as I took more of my parents than I realized...and I sincerely hope it's all the right stuff to make him a Success in his own eyes...

The Rightness of Just Being Plain ol Wrong Sometimes...

Recently I asked a boy where his former girlfriend was, and he stated “I had to give her up…She was Always Right…It got annoying.”  He went on to say “She was a really Nice Girl and stuff, but I just couldn’t deal with it…”  Personally, I didn’t have the heart to tell him that he was wrong again, but Nice People don’t point out how wrong you are all the time!

One of my favorite people likes to quote things and attribute it to the wrong person; often with comical results…it is truly entertaining to me and our mutual friends.  Yes, we could point out the many errors to this fav person of ours, but the only thing it would accomplish would be to dampen their enthusiasm for life…what a bummer!!!  

I’ve thought a lot recently about being critical of others and how they do things, and feel as though I’ve been a bit hasty in my judgment at times…Yes, I do have impeccable taste and great business sense…but I haven’t put my money where my mouth is and tried to open a Dress Shop in Big Spring lately…so to those who have & failed, I am sorry I’ve judged you and felt I could do better…You deserve a lot of respect for trying!  For those who have done lots of things that I stated that I could surely have done better than that, I AM SORRY!  In the future, unless I am willing to get in there and do the same thing, or help you fix your mess, I will not comment out loud.