Posts Tagged ‘cars’

Howdy ya’ll!

Well, I had a pretty good weekend…

Friday night I actually crawled in bed and watched a movie.  A movie I have seen before, but I love it!  One of my fave movies =)  I laid in bed and watched The Notebook.  This movie ALWAYS makes me cry.  It is such a perfect romance.  With love and loss, and finding love again…sigh….

Saturday I got up early and went and met up with a friend and washed the truck and made her all pretty, for the club meet.  Then we went to the meet, and got to see some really hot cars.  After that we went out to Firehouse Subs, and had dinner, then off to a friends house to get ready to go out.  We went to a Karaoke bar first, then ended up and a little hole in the wall place.  All in all it was a pretty fun evening.  Didn’t get home til very early this morning…I am exhausted.

Today we just hung out here at the house.  I am in the process of putting a video together for a friend on one of the forums.  Hope she likes it!

See ya’ll later!

Hugs and Kisses,

Kitty

Your letting him get to you. You held on to long. I was there once, I know how you feel. He roped me in the exact same way. The only thing I don’t understand…is why you? Your just a plain jane tomboy. Not usually his type. He loves the well bred sophisticated types, and you sure as hell don’t fit that. I mean for God’s sake you drive a truck! Oh well, maybe he knows that we are catching on to his wiley ways. Just remember what I said, and you will be fine….Don’t let him dig in to deep.

Sincerely, Me

I reread the email again. Damn that prissy know-it-all attitude. I am a plain jane tomboy! Whatever! I pushed myself away from the desk and turned away from the brightness of the monitor. How does she know so much about me? Not a whole lot of ‘High Class Sophisticated Girls’ around here.

I decided to hop in the shower, and let the hot water wash away all the dirtiness I was feeling. I let the water heat up, and then stepped in gingerly, is was a little hotter than I normally liked it. I washed my hair, and then my body. That is when the memory came back to me.

***

“Hey, so I decided to give you a call, we are headed down to the river on Saturday if you wanna come.” I said quietly into the phone.

“Jesse, so glad to hear from you. I would love to come down to the river, but I don’t think it’s the greatest place for the Porsche, though. Think I could just catch a ride with you?”

“Sure, I love to drive, and we can talk on the way. I usually leave here about 10, but I don’t know where you are, so we may need to leave early.”

Josh laughed, “Well, I am out near Weatherford. Hope that isn’t to far outta the way, I will cover the gas and drinks.”

“Ummm, nope shouldn’t be to far outta the way, Glenrose is South of you, we can just take the back roads. More fun for the truck.” I grinned as I thought about all the twisty roads, I thought about how fun it would be to drive his porsche on those roads. “So we will need to leave your place by 9, you okay with that? Also, make sure you have a good pair of old shoes to wear in the river that you don’t mind getting muddy and wet, and a sturdy pair of swim trunks.”

“No Problems Jessers. I will send you directions. Is this your cell number?”

“Yeah, just text ‘em to me, and I will see you Saturday about 8:30 or so.”

“Later”

“Later” I pressed the end button on my cell, and squealed excitedly. I called my Best Friend Shelly, and told her I was bringing a friend on Saturday. She squealed just as loudly. I told her all about last Saturday as I opened a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Half Baked Ice Cream. We talked for an hour, then I told her I would see her Saturday, and to make sure that her brothers mind their manners.

Saturday morning, I was up at 6am. Showered, hair up in a ballcap, my lime green bikini top with a white tank top over it, and my cut off’s with my ‘River’ shoes, a beat up pair of what used to be white, canvas tennies. I grabbed my ice chest, and tossed it in the back, and bungeed it to the toolbox, so it wouldn’t slide around, grabbed my tent and an overnight bag, just in case we stayed later than expected, and threw them in the toolbox.

It was 7:00 when I left my place, and 8:15 when I got to Josh’s place, I pulled up outside a beautiful two story brick house. I swear I could have fit three of my apartments in his downstairs area. The garage was massive from what I could see from the outside. He walked out to meet me, he had an overnight bag as well.

“Be Prepared, isn’t that the Boyscout motto?” He laughed as he threw his bag into the toolbox.

“Something like that.” I smiled at him.

We hopped into the truck, and we were off. We drove with just the music for a while, until he half turned and looked at me. I was trying to keep my focus on the road, but kept peaking over at him.

“So, where are you dragging me off to?”

I grinned, “Well, my Best Friend form highschool has some land out in Glenrose, with a good chunk of River on it and a great mudding hole that her brothers play in with their, ummm, toys. Sometimes we camp out all night, just depends on the weather.”

“Hmmm, so you do this every weekend?”

“Nope, just when we can, in the Summer we try for every weekend, but stuff comes up, so we don’t always get to. In the Fall, we go out and play in the leaves, and Spring it’s always raining, so we mud around and play on the four wheelers. It’s fun, and a getaway from the city life.” I looked both ways before crossing the railroad tracks.

“Sounds like you two are pretty close?”

“Yeah, she has been there for me, ever since I lost my parents in a car accident. They were on their way to my graduation party. A big rig came over into their lane, and they hit a bridge pillar at 70mph. The coroner said they didn’t suffer, they died on impact. I choose to believe that, for my own well being. After the funeral, Shelly, my best friend, and her family looked after me.”

“Wow, I am sorry for your loss. It’s great that you have such a close friend.”

We drove in silence for a bit. “So, what about you Josh, that’s an expensive house and car you got there.”

“Well, my dad is in the oil business in South Texas. I chose to live closer to where my mom was raised. He set me up. House, cars, whatever. He and Mom have been seperated for about three years now. She lives down the road in the family house.”

Again, the silence. After driving for about two hours, we finally reached Shelly’s turnoff for the ranch. We drove over the cattle-guard, and into the hilly countryside.

We drove about 5 miles, and on the horizon was a single story ranch house that was surrounded by dogs, and vehicles. There were two basset hounds baying as we pulled in, along with Black Labrador and a Golden Retriever. There in the driveway was a black Jeep Wrangler with the ‘Mudding Package’ on it. An 08 Chevy truck with a ‘Mudding Package’ on it, and two Ford Broncos.

The front door opened as I pulled in, and Shelly and her three brothers came running out the door. I stopped threw the truck in park, hopped out and was immediately pulled into a group hug.

“Josh, this is Shelly, Bobby, James, and Johnny. They will be our guide this weekend.” At that, the boys grabbed me and together hoisted me up in the air, and carried me toward the house.

“Mom has cookies waiting on you, little bit.” Johnny the youngest with chocolate brown eyes, and jet black hair hollered.

I laughed and told them I could walk just fine. Josh was trying to hide a laugh. Shelly walked over to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, “Welcome to Heathenville, make yourself at home.”

The boys put me down at the porch, and the basset hounds Betsy and Bo came sidling up to me. I rubbed them both down as I wandered inside to grab a fresh baked chocolate chip cookie. Josh following along, like he belonged there.

(More to come)

Howdy!

I am home…I had a fabulous week in Georgia, and it couldn’t have ended any better. I had a great time…got to see new things, the kids had a blast, and I am thoroughly exhausted…but not the least bit sleepy. My left arm is sunburned from the drive home….It almost glows.

Sooo…let me sum it all up for you

The drive there last Saturday was wet and rainy…Sunday was drizzly as well, but we all loaded up and went to the mall there. We played the slot cars…checked out Bass Pro Shops, and Ezri tried to ‘shoot’ a little toy rifle at their ‘shooting’ range…that was funny

Monday was the aquarium and the world of Coke. They were both incredibly awesome!! The whale sharks and the beluga whales were incredible. The tunnel you walk through and the sharks and fish swim over you…that was awe inspiring, and sooo cool!! That was my favorite part . The World of Coke was pretty neat too…we got a free bottle of Coke after walking through the whole thing. Tuesday was the zoo. I got to see Pandas!!! That was to cool. We all had a really good time. The Fort Worth Zoo, is way better than the Atlanta Zoo, but it was still really neat-o!!

Wednesday was Andy’s birthday, so…we hung out at the house, then surprised Andy with a trip to Medieval Times Dinner and Tournament. Andy loved it!! He was sooo excited. Ezri loved it too, she wants to go next year for her birthday.

Thursday was the Atlanta Historical Museum, that was fascinating. We got to tour the Tulley Smith Farm and the Swan House. It was really neat. I learned quite a bit about that era.

Friday was going to be our last day in Atlanta. We went to the Museum of Natural History. They had an awesome dinosaur exhibit. Then we went to Bahama Breeze for dinner. Then went back to the house, packed up everything, put the kids to bed, and watched a movie. It was a great night!! Wish it wouldn’t have ended……

So, I have to say that goodbye this time, was a little easier than last time. I still cried a little. I am still gonna miss the fire out of him and the girls. But, I get to talk to him, just about every day, so it’s not quite as hard. I figure it will take about 8 hours of me sitting here in front of my computer, to realize I can’t just look up and see him and the girls…and then it will hit me all over again, and the tears will come again. If not when I finally crawl into bed. It’s really amazing to me, that he affects me the way he does….. If you could read my mind….

Well, I guess I am going to call it a night here. Hope all is well in ya’lls world!!

Hugs and Kisses,

Kitty

I walked through the door and walked out of his life. It was harder than I thought it would be. We came from different worlds..not literally. He was high class, all money and power. I was not, it was all about my life and my career. It’s a strange story the way we met…

I sat there staring at the scratch in my bumper. Damnit! Can’t people just watch where they are going? It’s not like I wasn’t parked perfectly between the white lines, the back of my car was not outside the parking space. How could anyone hit my big old Chevy truck. Not like it was hard to miss. No note!! Nothing!! Damnit!

I grabbed my cell phone out of my back pocket and proceeded to dial 9-1-1. An operator picked up and I told her that I was in the Wal-mart parking lot and that someone hit my car and ran. Could I possibly get a police report, so that I could take it to my insurance company. She said she would send the call over to dispatch, but that it could be a while, just to sit tight. I sighed and lowered the tailgate on the truck, told the operator I wasn’t going anywhere. I lay back and looked up at the clear blue sky, an occasional cloud would blow by, it was a typical summer day in Texas. Hot as Hell and no rain in sight. I was glad that I made the decision for shorts and a white tank top for my shopping trip. My flip flops dangling from my feet as I swung them back and forth. Since I was going to be here a while, I sat up and leaned through the sliding rear window and grabbed my beat up copy of some cheesy romance. Sat back down on my toolbox and leaned against the back of the truck cab. I proceeded to read the romance with the all the enthusiasm I could muster. Cars came and went around me, but no one asked any questions of me. That’s when I heard it. The purr of a high performance engine, with the tiniest bit of a whistle from a turbo. I looked over to see a screaming Yellow Porsche 911GT pull in beside my beat up old 87 Chevy. My first thought was ‘Damn that sounds nice’…my second thought was ‘ Why in the hell is someone in a Porsche at Wal-Mart???’

The door opened and the driver was cautious not to hit my truck, they prolly didn’t want Chevy cooties or some nonsense like that. Then he stepped out. He had sandy blonde hair, with a tint of natural red highlights, and the prettiest blue eyes I think I have ever seen. He was dressed casual in a pair of jeans that hugged his legs without being to tight, and a blue and white polo. He looked up at me on the toolbox of the truck with a smutty romance in my hand and a look of utter surprise on my face. I blushed and turned away, shoving the book back through the sliding window to the cab.

“Good Afternoon ma’am.” He said in a southern drawl, with a smile to make your toes curl.

“Afternoon.” I said back quietly. He walked toward the doors of Wal-mart, and I still sat there stunned, not sure what to think. Still a little baffled. I shook myself out of the contorted confusion that my brain had slumped into, and leaned my head back against the cab, and proceeded to watch the clouds again. I glanced every so often to the Porsche on my left.

I was still sitting there about a half hour later, my head still laying back on the cab of the truck, my eyes closed, and the sun warm on my body. I heard the soft steps on the pavement, and then a snicker of a laugh. I opened one eye and raised my head off the cab. He was standing there at the tailgate of my truck with a smug smile on his face.

“Can I help you?” I asked lazily.

“I was wondering the same thing, do you need a ride someplace, or something?” He gestured at me and then the truck and then his Porsche.

“Nope, just waiting for a cruiser to show up, some ass backed into my truck, I need a police report for my insurance.” I shrugged at him.

“Oh.” He looked truly perplexed. “How long until the police officer gets here?”

“Ummm, I don’t know, this isn’t exactly a high priority thing. Could be two or three hours.” I added with a sigh, and layed my head back on the cab of the truck.

“Do you mind if I stick around?” He asked quietly.

My stomach dropped and my heart almost stopped. What in the name of all things good was he doing? I sat there for a second, and thought it through. “Sure, why not? I mean you can just go through hell right along with me. It’s only about one hundred degrees out here, and you are in jeans. Should be all types of comfortable for you to hang out in the back of an old beater like mine, when you have that nice little turbo sitting right there.” I smiled and laughed.

He looked at me with this look of wonder on his face. He then proceeded to take his jeans off right there, I covered my eyes and tried to scramble through the little sliding glass window, as he started laughing. I looked up, and he was standing there in a pair of blue swim trunks. I shot him a disapproving glare, and he laughed harder.

“I was on my way to a really dull and boring party at the lake, and I was stopping here for a cooler and some water and ice.” He motioned down to the pavement. I stood up and walked to the end of the tailgate, and looked down to see a cooler and some bottled water. I was about to turn back and head to the front of the truck bed, I swiveled, my flip flop caught and I lost my balance. Falling head over heels off the back of the tailgate. He caught me before I hit the ground, and set me down on my feet. I stepped back quickly, mumbled a thank you and sat down on the tail gate.

“Not often I have girls falling for me this quickly.” He showed me a very confident smile and threw a wink my way. I proceeded to roll my eyes. Making a gagging motion with my finger. He laughed at me, and sat down on the tailgate beside me. “My name is Josh, what’s yours?” He held out his hand.

“Jesse, nice to meet you, and thanks for saving my skull.” I shook his hand and looked away quickly. His hands were soft as silk.

(more to come keep reading)

Sitting across from me is the man I have thought dead for the past year. I thought he was fish food in the bay of our hometown, the ferry he rode daily from the mainland to the island was in an accident. Most of the cars aboard slid off into the ocean, everyone still inside them. His Mercedes had been on that ferry, he had been in that car. How the hell was he sitting across from me now?

He must have thought I looked like a fish the way my mouth kept opening and closing. I could only make sporadic syllables, no full words. My heart couldn’t seem to keep pace with my breathing. Tears filled my green eyes again.

“Samantha, honey, look at me. I need you to focus.” He gently placed his hand on my cheek, and turned me to face him fully. “Babe, I need you to breathe in slowly, come on Sweetie, listen to my voice, breathe. That’s it. In through the nose and out through your mouth. There you go.” His voice at first seemed far off. Then it became clearer, I began to listen and do what he suggested. I started slowing my breathing, in through my nose…out through my mouth. My eyes began to focus, and I actually looked at all of him. His dark hair, those sky blue eyes, and his lips, oh how I missed those lips.

“Lucas, it really is you. But how? Why? What?” Then I reached up and slapped him. The anger rushed in. All the hurt, pain, anguish, the months of crying, the house I lost, and my sanity. I brought my hands to my mouth, when I realized what I had done. Horrified with myself, I got up off the couch, and walked into the kitchen. I started making myself busy around the kitchen, cleaning up imaginary dirt. Wiping off the spotless counters. Lucas came into the kitchen, hesitantly. He reached for me, and I pulled away. He backed up and leaned against the counter opposite me. “Sam, let me tell you the story. Can you give me that chance?” his tone soft, his eyes pleading, he asked me.

I looked at those eyes, so bright, so full of happiness and wonder. My heart gave in. It always gave into him when he looked at me like that. “Lucas, all I have to say, is that this had better be a damn good story, and it had better make a whole hell of a lot of sense, or I may bury you in the empty grave back home.”

Lucas looked me in the eye, took my hand, and led me back to the couch. He grabbed two sodas from the fridge, and then came to sit beside me. “Well it all started one night in July. I was on my way home from work and I saw a car on the side of the road. Being the good citizen that I am, I stopped to help out. Well this guy stepped out, and changed my life forever.”

(to be continued)

I lived once. It was a long time ago, but I lived. I lived in a big house on the beach, with the sound of the ocean beating against the shore. The seagulls flying over head searching the water for food. I loved to feel the wind of the sea on my face and the smell of salt in the air. I lived once. I would walk along the beach, feeling the sand move in between my toes and the cool water running up and down the shoreline. I could hear the scuttle of crabs on the rock jetties, and the call of dolphins on a clear morning. I lived once.

What happened? I don’t really know. I can tell you that I remember the sounds, smells and feel of my seaside home, but I can’t remember where it went. I remember the white house, it was 2 stories and it was on stilts for when the storms came in. There was a wrap around porch, with chairs on every side of the house. It had green window shutters and huge bay windows. There was a hammock on the back side of the house, on the beach line, hanging between two palm trees, so I could swing in the breeze. The kitchen had an open view of the shore, so I could watch the waves crash as I cooked big meals. The master bedroom faced the sea as well, with one wall almost completely glass, and a huge skylight above the bed, so that it would feel like I was sleeping under the stars and on the shore. I lived once. It was amazing to wake up on a clear blue day and see the sky above me, and hear the waves, and just lay in bed with you. I lived once. I didn’t have a TV, I had a radio, and a phone, and a library full of books, and you. What happened?

I was waiting….I remember now. It was a Mid summer day, and I was waiting for you to come home. The radio was playing my favorite song, and I was fixing our favorite dinner. A storm was moving in from the South, and I could see the lightning in the sky and the dark clouds rolling in. I loved the sound of the thunder overhead and when the rain came down it always was a soothing sound. The storm was still at least an hour off, and you still weren’t home yet. You were always good about calling to let me know you were running late. What happened? I finished up dinner, and poured us a glass of wine, I knew you would be here shortly. I waited….the storm rolled closer. I waited. The storm broke over the house with a fierce bolt of lightning and a large clap of Thunder. Then rain came down. There was a knock at the door. What happened? I walked through the house, and opened the front door, and there was a man in uniform, it was blue. He asked me if I was your wife…I looked at him puzzled, and wondered how anyone could know that I wasn’t? What happened? He told me that there had been an accident on the Ferry, and that several cars had gone into the bay. That yours may have been one of them. I told him that wasn’t possible, there had been nothing on the radio, it just wasn’t true. He advised that they hadn’t broadcasted it on the news to keep panic and hysteria down. He told me that the police and coast guard were doing all the could to recover the cars to verify, but in this weather……

What happened? The next 48 hours were miserable. You didn’t come home, your wine glass still sat on the table, dinner uneaten, the radio broadcasting the news that a ferry had gone down in the bay, they were still looking for the bodies. What happened….

I began to cry, knowing you were never coming home. Then I began to scream, then I began to throw things. The walls of our life fell around me, the windows of my soul crashed inside. The tides of change were all around me, and I didn’t know what to do. I lived once. What happened? Where did it all go…..

(to be continued)