**Alternate Title: No-firework-ordinance-towns suck eggs. Not as catchy but equally applicable. :)
This is a definite first for me. I am used to spending my Fourths of July having BBQ's, swimming, spending time with family and friends...etc. And at the end of the day, we pile into pickups with plenty of blankets and bag chairs and head to the designated spot for the city's fireworks display. That is NOT how it is done here. In this town of population 2500. Here, they allow you to put on your OWN fireworks display. From the sounds of the sirens that screamed up and down the streets this evening, they have no problem with rampant brush fires and children on fire. So lots of neighbors are the pyro-technicians this evening. Elvis and I grabbed our lawn chairs and sat out in the yard to watch. I have to admit it was awesome to be so up close and personal. Until the dud from next door whizzed inches over our heads. That was scary fun. I thought that the festivities would dry up around 10 or so. Naw...still going strong. I don't really have a problem with these party people, but my small 10 pound dog has a HUGE problem with it. She has been shaking/trembling/convulsing/ for the last 3 hours. Poor baby. That and its a school night so we all have to work tomorrow. (I think I just officially turned into my mother!!!)
Speaking of Mom, I ran across a card she sent me today. I was in the process of organizing my office (a never-ending, ongoing project) and I found this card. It was a basic encouragement card...something about things could be worse...you could be allergic to shopping...or something equally as cute. But the note inside KILLED me dead. She was writing this note from her hospital room. She was preparing for gazillion-eth round of chemo....and she is sending ME encouragement notes. Oh, how I miss this woman. Her eternal sunshine and the love she had for her children. I am blessed to be one of hers. I read parts of it to Elvis (all the while alternating bawling and laughing...he must think I'm nuts) but he reminded me again of what a great person she was...IS...and how proud she must have been of me. (she was so proud) I don't have moments like that much anymore, but I still choke up when I try to talk about her. I love my Mom and miss her every day.
We got up sooooo freakin early this morning. Went fishing (do you notice a theme here? Yeah...we fish A. LOT.) and Elvis caught the hugest bass I have ever seen. Even bigger than the last one I wrote about! Serious. So that was fun, but with my monthly visitor looming, I was less than good company. No arguments...just a little less cheery than usual.
Came back home and lounged around the house...not really doing much at all, until this afternoon, in which we had the most stellar sex! Knock the pics off the walls, sex. I love our chemistry.
We are now in bed trying to console our peanut and remind her that Independence Day will soon be over and the dreaded fireworks will not reappear for one year. Poor baby.
Happy Fourth of July!!!
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