I WANT MY OWN MOTORCYCLE


Yes we do

Yes we do

It’s true. Finally, at this late stage in my life, I want one. My hubs and I went for a long bike ride on his Harley after we left all the Easter celebrations with family and friends. It was so beautiful and quiet (except for the roar of the souped up tail pipes he accessorized his bike with. Hey, they all do it.). We enjoyed awesome scenery, fabulous smells of spring flowers, new wheat in the fields, even the murky smells of the occasional swamp. It was all lovely.

Ok, I have tried to make it known that I am no stranger to riding motorcycles but the hubs doesn’t take me seriously. My family rode bikes when I was a kid. My parents did, my brother did, all the G.I.s my dad brought home from work did. We would meet in a pasture behind our house in Austin, Texas (now it’s a housing development) and ride through all the dips and pits and cow manure. Mom was a short, red, plump woman and looked a bit like a tomato, but she loved to ride too. Bless her heart, I can still see her zooming across the wild terrain with her boobs about to explode out of her bras, yes bras, as she tried to keep them corralled by wearing more than one, poor thing. I’m sure she was embarrassed. I wasn’t. I wanted to be just like her. That gal could ride. Anyway, my point is that I grew up riding. To be honest, most of my riding was on the back of the motorcycle. But there was a time when I could handle a dirt bike. That was fun, but unfortunately I was a bit timid. I remember hearing someone remark “she had that thing going and then just gave up!” I don’t know why, but by the time I got that dirt bike going good, I always backed off. What on earth was I afraid of – falling, breaking my face, getting dirty? Who knows.

Back to the motorcycle ride with the hubs yesterday. I believe that the love of that ride triggered something in me that makes me want my own bike. He has been trying to convince me that I need one for a long time. I have been telling him that I like sitting behind him with my arms around him when we ride. And that’s true, but I woke up this morning remembering the good times I had as a kid trying to impress everyone that I could do it but not being sure I really could.

Well, now I am sure. I know I can do it. I’m older, wiser, free-er, happier, smarter. I know riding the back roads are safer than riding the highways, and a lot more fun. I have no problem with wearing more than one bra if the going gets rough, and the bits and pieces of gray hair blowing in the wind from under my full-face helmet do not bother me. Support hose will help keep my ankles from swelling. I can equip myself with a light-weight back brace if I need to. I have prescription sun glasses and body lotion with sun screen. I can do this. I want my own motorcycle.

the older I get

Don’t forget to pray for peace, people. Oh – and if you don’t mind – pray for me too!

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Let’s talk about Old Ladies


I’ve had a number of people ask me why I chose to write about old ladies although obviously I am not old…um, yeah…right. I chose to write Secrets of the Old Ladies’ Club for many reasons. cropped-book-cover.jpg
Below I’ve posted several notable phrases to lead you into understanding my thought processes on the matter. To sum it up for you ~ “Life is a chair of bowlies” ~ Mary Englebreit.
good womanlive your life and forget your agedrop it like it's hotsee yourselfturn back odometerthinking old

AND FINALLY~
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Ya’ll enjoy your life and remember this: in the end

Growing old or aging, it’s a choice we make. So is living a good life, and finding joy wherever you are, in whatever stage of life you are in. Bethany Bertrand (a character who came to life in my book) said “Our bodies may grow old but our souls don’t. They just grow.” The woman’s a genius!

While you are making the most of your life, don’t forget to pray for peace. YOUR prayer is needed!

Very Inspiring Blogger Award


Many thanks to Mike Lince (Applecore http://globalexplorerclub.wordpress.com/) for sending me the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. Yes, it is my first ever, and I am ridiculously happy about it. It’s a big deal to me, kinda like being crowned Mrs. America. Haha, not really, I’m joking. It’s not as big as that. Um, never mind, yes it is.

So, to receive this award, I am required to name at least seven, maybe ten, interesting things about myself including what inspires me. Ok, that’s not hard. If I can’t do anything else, I can talk about myself. The kicker is choosing something interesting to disclose about myself. I think it would be much more interesting if I wrote what other people have said about me. Completely unbiased opinions, of course, and it’s not all good. But interesting? Not necessarily. Maybe insanely funny. Or just insane. Why would I do it this way? Because I didn’t bloom until later in life and grew up without a heck of a lot of confidence. Therefore, it has been my burden to seek out validation of my own worthiness. One could say it is the foundation and inspiration for my late-in-life enthusiasm to pursue goals I have an intense desire to accomplish.

#1. My precious husband and I have been married for 12 years. Being married took some getting used to considering I was single for 20 years before I married him. He said he is very proud of me. My first husband…eh…not so much.

#2. When I published my first novel, my dad said everything I touch turns to gold. Haha, yeah, right. But he was sweet to say it. My mom, may she rest in peace, probably would have said something similar but with more heart. She was my greatest cheerleader and when she died, I very selfishly thought ‘who is going to believe in me now?’

#3. A priest friend said he was very happy to receive a portrait of John Paul II that I painted for him. It’s a fair likeness and I appreciate his kind words.

#4. The librarian in Ville Platte said I must love to read because I sure do check out a lot of books.

#5. Before my God-mother (see this blog post https://nantubre.com/2012/01/30/bessie-delrie/) passed away from lung cancer, I gave her a rosary that I made especially for her. She told me she gave my first rosary to me and I gave her last one to her. It was a deeply meaningful moment between us and I am thankful that she encouraged me to continue my spiritual journey in the Catholic tradition.

#6. I had a long career as a respiratory therapist that took me to a lot of places. I enjoyed it (most of the time) and received an accolade or two from time to time. My proudest moment was passing the National Registry Exam to be a registered respiratory therapist. I was 40 years old at the time. I had good grades although in math and related physics, I was known to put my head on the desk and cry because I’m such a right brainer, I didn’t think I would ever get it. I loved helping people, and most of my patients liked me. But not all of them and you have to expect that occasionally when you work with the public. One time a doctor I thought I knew told me I wasn’t all that good at it. Don’t ask who said that, just know that creep isn’t on my list of favorites. In fact, nobody knows where he is now. ‘Nuff said.

#7. Here something odd – As an Air Force brat, I have lived all over the world, but I’ve never been to Canada or Mexico. Can you imagine that?

#8. Jesus loves me, this I know for the Bible tells me so. Talk about validation! Not only that, I finally ascertained that because of His love I am worthy and I am capable of accomplishment. I became empowered to begin doing those things I always wanted to. Like write. And create. And love.

The #8 statement is my daily inspiration. Now I want to tell you what inspired me to write Secrets of the Old Ladies Club . During my work in health care, I asked many, many patients of all ages how they feel on the inside. The older people told me they felt the same in their golden years as they did when they were 18 years old. Amazing. From that revelation, I penned the motto of the character named Bethany: “Our bodies may grow old but our souls don’t. They just grow”. Think about it and go with it.

Amen.

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Hey ya’ll, don’t forget to pray for peace. The whole world still needs your prayers.