A Down-Home Kinda Thing....

Well, we finally got internet back. And it's nice to be back online again. Sort of. I have internet at work, so I've been checking in with my Facebook account. Not missing anything great. I've been following a bunch of tech & science pages (there's my inner geek coming out! lol) so I'm just getting caught up with that stuff. And trying to think about what I want to write about....

So, here I sit listening to Pandora. Country Music is the genre of choice tonight. "What Kinda Gone" by Chris Cagel is currently playing. Good, toe-tappin' kinda music! 

Ahhh..another favorite.."Red Solo Cup"!! Admit it..we all have them!!!! But, Toby Keith has made them cool to have!!! lol

I shoulda been a down-home country girl. I love the country. I love being on a farm. I would love to sit on the front porch swing with a glass of pink lemonade on a hot summers' evening watching the fire flies and hearing the crickets and frogs chirping. Where, no matter how old you are, your parents are still Momma and Daddy. Where people still have manners and say please and thank ya Ma'am. Where the 3 most important things in life are God, Country and Family. 

Cowboys are still cowboys but instead of horses they ride in pick-up trucks. And country girls still make the best woman a man could ask for for a wife. She's full of sweet sugar but with a twist of vinegar. And if you're a youngin' and you "gone done bad" you know you're in for a whoopin! 

But sadly, for the American farmer, it's no longer profitable to be a farmer. And factory work isn't an automatic guaranteed job either. Technology and a crappy economy is slowly destroying a way of life that's been around for more than 100 years.I just hope that it doesn't become extinct. It is part of our country. Our heritage. The kind of values this country was founded on.

A perfect song just came on to describe what I am trying to put into words "We Rode In Trucks" by Luke Bryan. 

"Down where I was born was heaven on earth
Where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright

We raised cotton and corn, a little cane and kids
You either lived on a farm or wished you did
And Jesus always walked close by our side
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks

There's a lot about life we learned on the bus
How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss
The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got

We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends
Wide-eyed, baptized but still wantin' to sin
Thank God, we get more than just one shot
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks

That's us haulin' hay in the field with the radio on
That's us headin' straight into town when the work was done
In my mind I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road
It wasn't that long ago

We thought tobacco and beer in a can
Was all it would take to be like our old man
Then I saw how it made my momma cry

It was huntin' and fishin' and football games
Then it was girls and everything changed
Fallin' in and out of love, we rode in trucks

That's us with our tailgates down in the parking lot
That's us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot
In my mind I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road
It wasn't that long ago, it's a part of my soul, yeah
It's a part of my soul, yeah

Down where I was born was heaven on earth
Where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks"

And so that's my ramble for tonight, such as it is.