But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings as Eagles; they shall run and not be weary; and they shall walk and not faint. Isaiah 40:31

Saturday, April 28, 2012


Today....pink ribbons are on my mind.  I don't want to get into all of the Komen controversary.....I just want to talk about pink ribbons. 

I love pink ribbons!!!!  I love them so much I had one tattooed on my arm!  I also added an orange star in remembrance of my mom and a yellow star in honor of my sister!  The pink ribbon symbolizes survival to me!  I don't see it as a "bad thing".  I am proud to be permanently wearing it!  It signifies a year out of my life where I went through so much physically and emotionally and survived!  Having done it on my Cancerversary, it also signifies that I survived cancer for my first year and was ready to move beyond all that happened to me the year before!!!

I also love the white ribbon (lung cancer) because it honors my daddy who passed away from lung cancer.  I'm even thinking of getting a little white tattoo on my ankle to honor my dad.  I also love the teal ribbon, as it reminds me of my friend, Andee, who is currently fighting for her life with ovarian cancer.  The pink ribbon also reminds me of all of the wonderful breast cancer survivors I have met on my journey.

Did you know there are all kinds of ribbons for all kinds of cancers and all kinds of other diseases?  When I see these ribbons, I don't think of greed, or mis-use of funds or abortion.....I see people.  People who are fighting a life threatening disease!  People who have lost their lives to their particular disease!  People who's lives have been changed forever, even though they are surviving. 

I know that research has helped me survive my cancer today.  Whether that research came from the Komen Foundation, the American Cancer Society, or elsewhere....I am just thankful for the research.  I know more and more people are surviving cancer today.  Yes, people still die from cancer today....many....too many.  Yes, I wish we could find a cure.  Yes, I wish we could stop cancer before it even begins to grow.  But, I refuse to believe the theory that there is a cure already and they won't release it because our treatments make them more money.  What good would it do me to believe that?  If there is no cure available to me, then it's not there!   I don't believe my doctors don't care and that they are a part of this big conspiracy.  I won't believe it!  I love my doctors and I know they have cared and done everything they can to help me live a longer life!  I am grateful to them!

When people find it necessary to tell me there is a cure but my cancer makes too much money....or when people rally against the very race I walk in or the ribbon I wear proudly on my arm....well, it stings a little.  It makes me feel like they are taunting me about how "stupid" I am to believe the lies!  I don't know what it is about me....maybe it's something deep-seeded in my childhood experience...but the worse thing anyone can say or indicate to me is that I'm "stupid".  It's always caused me the most pain and anger....to have someone indicate I'm stupid.  Call me ugly, call me fat, call me anything else....but don't call me stupid...it stings the worse!

Now, having said all of that, I have to confess that I have bought into the negative and jumped on the bandwagon before.  Not this time.  I have changed.  The negative can be found in anything....but I choose to find the positive.  The races, the ribbons, the month....all of it.....brings attention to my disease and I feel like it has helped with the research that has helped me survive today.  I don't want to even think of any of the negative....abortion, selling my disease for profit, misuse of funds....I don't want to think of any of that!  I just want to think of the love and support I have received....even from strangers!  I want to think of that line of people on both sides of the "survivor walk" cheering me (us) on and congratulating us for our survival.  I want to think of my family (husband, kids, grandkids) joining me at this special race that celebrated me surviving.  I want to think of the wonderful people I have met on this journey.  I want to think of the other survivors I have celebrated with.....and the Merry Crazies!   I choose to be positive and let God sort out the rest! 

Maybe I need this more than others.  I didn't have a bunch of family members there to cheer me as I walked that "survival walk".  But, I had my cancer sisters and total strangers cheering me on....and I needed that!  Maybe I need to know that others care that I lived....more than others need it.  I didn't have all of my family supporting me through my journey and was left to wonder if some even cared if I lived or died.  So, this race that so many rally against feeds a need I personally have. 

Yes, I guess I take this "anti-pink ribbon rally" personally.  Maybe I shouldn't....but it stings a bit.  But I will proudly wear my pink ribbon until the day I die!  And, even in death, I will still be wearing it and will still be a SURVIVOR!  I will be surviving eternally with my Heavenly Father.  Now, it doesn't get any better than that...Right?  :=)

Until next time.....  Try to look at the positive....not the negative.  Remember that some people may need the very thing that you rally against.  Cindy

Friday, April 27, 2012


But these beautiful PINK birds are for fighting cancer!

Now that my own cancer treatment has wound down for the most part, I wanted to find ways to "give back".  Last year I was a participant in the Relay for Life in both Jackson County and Jennings County and this year, the Jennings County Relay asked me to have a team. 

You might recall Ralph, whom I met at the Relay last year (we compared our bald heads...lol).  You might also recall that my sister and I were guest speakers at the Jennings County Relay Kick Off breakfast in January.  We feel like they all "adopted" us and they made us feel special.  So, we're happy to be healthy enough this year to participate with them as a team.  So, I rounded up some friends and family and we formed the "Living Out Loud" team!  (We're thinking we need to change our name to "The Flockers" next year.....haha!)

For our main fundraiser, outside of selling the Relay Luminaries or asking for donations, we decided to do Flamingo Flockings!  It has been a HUGE success and loads of fun!!!  Fun for us and fun for the "victims"!

We sell "flockings" for a $15 donation and the donator chooses a yard to place the flocking in.  A note is left with the flocking and the donator can choose to identify themselves or they can remain anonymous.   Then the "victim" can pass on the flocking to one of their friends for a $15 donation.  The great thing is that it feeds off of itself!  Most everyone re-flocks someone. 

This has just been way tooooo much fun!  We mostly go out under the "cover of darkness" and the "victim" wakes up to their beautiful flocking the next morning. 

Sometimes we are able to hit a home during the daytime (which is easier for us) when the household is away at work and school!

We have five flockings out every night.....at $15 a flocking, that's $75 a night....and sometimes we receive more than a $15 donation.....we've had $25, $40 and even $50 checks left for us!  It's adding up fast!  We only began our fundraising a couple of weeks ago and are already at $1200.  We had hoped to reach at least $1000.....now we're shooting for $2000!  We're pretty pleased with our success in our first year as a team!

And everyone is having fun with this!  People have called us and written us notes, telling us how much they have enjoyed their flockings and what a great idea it is!  People post pictures of their flockings on facebook to share it with their friends!  Fundraising can be FUN!!!!  And we are amazed that we don't get caught!  We have done flockings with curtains wide open and we can even see their tv on.  One time we even heard children talking and laughing!  LOL....we're fast....we've got this down!

One time we went back the next night to pick up the flocking (we leave them for 24 hours) and the bodies were GONE!!!  The wire legs were still sticking in the ground but the bodies were gone!   :=(   We were so disheartened (thinking they were stolen), as these things were not cheap for us to buy ($35 a dozen and we were LUCKY to find them that cheap in the Target Dollar Section....they were going to cost us at least $60 a dozen online).  Plus, we always have a waiting list, so we just hated to lose a flock!  And why would anyone want to take their bodies???  I was hoping it was a joke and it turned out to be. The woman's grown son had taken the bodies and put them in the back yard to pull a prank back on the gal who had donated to have them flocked.  In the end, all turned out well.  We got our flock back and mom donated and made her son donate...lol...so we got a $40 donation from them and all was forgiven!  :=)

The reaction to our flockings has been wonderful!  We love hearing the "stories" from the victims, but the BEST story so far was told to me via a phone call. The lady said she always looks out the front window before she heads to bed.  Her husband headed on to bed and she looked out the front window, as she routinely does.  She saw the flock but thought they were pumpkins.  That's funny enough, considering it isn't even pumpkin season.  lol!  She was so upset, thinking someone had thrown pumpkins all over their front yard and ran to tell her husband.  He asked if she wanted to call the police and she said, "yeah, I think I will".  So she did!  Can you imagine them getting THAT call!  lol!  So, an officer came down to her house with the big ol' spotlight shining and they saw they were not pumpkins at all!  The officer took the letter out of the pouch and read it and she saw her friend's name on it and they both died laughing.  The officer told her it made his night and he was going to have fun with this all night.  He said it was the best thing he'd seen and she said he was still laughing as he got in his squad car and drove away.  LOL....I bet he enjoyed sharing that "call" with his fellow officers!  I'm not sure anything will top that story!  He asked her why she thought they were pumpkins and she said something about Halloween and all....but it's APRIL!!!!  hahahaha!  This story was the BEST, although we've had lots of other wonderful stories from people.  These little pink critters just seem to make people smile and bring joy wherever they go!  And it's brought us a lot of joy to surprise people!

Until next time......find a way to bring joy to someone's life today!  :=)  Something so simple can make people feel so special to know someone thought of them!  Look in your own life and find a way that you can "give back"!  In the end, you will be blessed!

Monday, April 23, 2012


YAWN!!!  I got up at 3 AM to hit the road by 4 AM to meet up with one of my cancer buddies by 5 AM so we could go meet up with the Merry Crazies by 6 AM....and then we all headed for the Military Park in downtown Indianapolis!  Now, anyone who knows me, knows I am so NOT a morning person, so 3 AM was quite a feat!

The Merry Crazies Group!  Love these girls!!!  They are the support group I go to in Greenwood and we all met up for the race and walked the Survivor Walk together!  It was a cold, cold morning so we are all dressed in layers!

I don't care where anyone stands on the Komen controversy...this is always a good day for me!  You cannot imagine the feeling of walking through a crowd lined up on both sides of you cheering you on for surviving breast cancer.  Total strangers giving you thumbs up and high fives and whoops and hollers and big smiles!  It's such an awesome thing!!!!  And what a surprise to hear someone holler out "Cindy" and turn to see one of my stamping buddies from Seymour there!  I didn't even realize she was coming!

Race for the Cure 2012

I think it's awesome to see sooooo many SURVIVORS!  On the other hand, I find it sad to see so many being diagnosed with breast cancer!  It just seems like it's an epidemic anymore and we need to find a cure to stop it in the first place!   Yes, I'm in this picture SOMEWHERE...lol....  If you find me, I'll have a gift for you!   :=)  I'm way, way, way back there!

Race for the Cure 2012

This was the first thing I saw when we arrived bright and early at the Komen Race.  What a precious sight....flowers made my children!

All Survivors received this medal.  This was my second Komen Race for the Cure....having attended my first one last Fall in Evansville.  These medals are important to me to get each year....they are a symbol of my survival!

My cancer sister, Amy, and her daughters and a "boyfriend"!

Me and Betsy (our fearless leader) and Amy and her daughter.

And then it was time to try to connect with my family who wouldn't roll out of bed for me at 3 am (lol...big weenies)....so they drove up later and I had to find them!  What did we do before cell phones?

Me and my husband (Larry2Scary lol) and my daughters and grandchildren!  I love my little family and them coming up to join me means more than they can even imagine!   We walked the Family Fun Walk (1 mile) together and I think we almost came in last.  lol!  We had to take some breaks for Larry.  He is handicapped but he made it the whole way!!!  Yay Larry!  Erin and Jennifer took good care of him on the walk....they are "daddy's girls"!  :=)

Abby and Luke had no complaints about the weather or the walking...lol!  They remained toasty warm with their mommy pulling them the whole way.  The only time they had to get out was for a potty break and the family picture.  Lucky kids!  Love their faces poking out and looking at Mamaw!  And love that they are wrapped up in the blankets I made them for Christmas...I KNOW how warm those things are!

Erin and Jenna walking their mile.  Yes, she had shorts on!  Teenagers!!!!

Jennifer and Larry and Abby and Luke walking their mile!

And, oh my....who is that?  Could it be???  Yes, it was!!!!!
A Ghostbuster!!!!!!  A real live GHOSTBUSTER!  LOL!

Well, what do you do when you see a real live ghostbuster....two of them even?  You get your picture with them...what else?

Yep, same thing when you see a Colts....uh....mmmm....mascot???  Look at my gloves?  Aren't they way cool?  I love them!  Each finger has a pom pom on it...lol!

You see all kinds of outfits at the race and even pets get in on it!  Isn't she adorable?  I love all of the support, even from our four legged friends!
I took a break for a photo shoot during the mile walk....lol!  Here you can get a better look at my pom-pom gloves.  :=)  Yes, I'm a big kid at heart!

Soooo many people behind us....

Soooo many people in front of us!!!!

My Thirty-One buddy, Amy Baker, was there, even though I never bumped in to her.  But it was good to know she was there!  :=)

It was a great day, in spite of the cold temperatures!  My first Komen Race was cold and rainy, so at least this time it was at least dry!  Someday I'm going to go to a Komen Race that is warm and dry....someday....lol!

After leaving the festivities, we headed off to Kabutos to have lunch!  Yum!!!!
Me and Larry.......

Abby using chopsticks!  She was pretty good at it.

Erin, Luke, and Jennifer and Abby

Until next time.....thank to everyone out there who has offered me support in any way....even from a distance!  It means more than you can ever realize!  Enjoy life with your loved ones...it's too short to waste! 

Sunday, April 22, 2012


On Thursday of this week, I met up with some of my Merry Crazies group and we volunteered to pass out t-shirts for people registering for the Indianapolis Komen Race!
When we arrived, we registered with this lovely lady and she gave us our Voluneteer t-shirts!  We LOVE t-shirts!!!!

And these wonderful people registered people coming in...then sent them over to us for their t-shirts.

Here we are working hard....well, except for the "slacker".  LOL!
It was great to be with them for this fun-filled day and we were all looking forward to attending the Komen Race together on Saturday!
My cancer sisters, Carin and Amy!  I hadn't seen them for a couple of months, so it was so good to see them again!  Carin's hair is a "little" longer and darker now!  :=) 

It was fun meeting other ladies (survivors) that day!

And yes, I had to shop!  I mean, what's a woman to do when they see these smiling face waiting to check them out?  I controlled myself though and was proud of myself....just some pink shoelaces and socks for the BIG DAY!  Oh, and some earrings!

Betsy. our fearless leader with the big smile!

It was a great day for all of us in anticipation of the BIG RACE on Saturday!  I will tell you all about the race in a separate post, since I have so many pictures to share.  I don't want to overwhelm you all at once!  LOL!

I love my cancer sisters!  There is a bond with other women who have gone through this... that is hard to explain.  I just love the way all survivors are there for each other!

Until next time....get your mammograms!!!!!

Thursday, April 12, 2012


This is my Peony Bush.  It's not just any Peony Bush.  It's my mom's Peony Bush!  It makes me smile and think of mom every time I walk past it. 

I remember how proud my mom was of her peonies.  I remember her hollering at us children as we ran out to play in the backyard..."Stay off of my peonies"!  She didn't scream at us...she hollered it to us.  There is a difference.  Hollering is what you have to do when you are raising six children and you want them to hear you.  LOL!  And you know what?  We must have heard her, because we never ever broke her peonies!  We were such good children....well, some of us were.  LOL!

I feel blessed that I was able to get a start from my mom's peony bushes before her house was sold.  That was two years ago and now it is growing and healthy and has lots of buds ready to bloom!  Even Larry knows how special this bush is to me and he covered it the last two nights because of frost warnings.  It's the only flower or bush he covered.  He knows....even though he didn't grow up with the peony bushes....he knows.....

I have an awesome picture of my mom standing proudly by her peony bushes.  I'll have to find it and add it to this post.  It may be tucked away on my old computer, so hopefully I can still get to it.

I'm not real sure where mom's peony bushes came from.  They just seem to have always been there, so I'm thinking they came with the house.  But then again, my Grandma Dollie Ruddick, had peony bushes in Missouri.  So, maybe my mom carefully wrapped a start of them in wet newspaper to bring back to Indiana.

This is the first year mom's Peony Bush has had so many buds on it in my yard.  It will always be MOM'S peony bush....resting in my yard.  It's bringing me such joy watching it bud this year and I can't wait for the buds to open out into blooms.  My mom's treasured peony bush....what could be sweeter!  These are the kinds of things that bring such sweet memories.  While it may not be worth much in monetary value....it's worth so much more to me.  It is a part of my mom....it is a part of my childhood.  These are the things money can't buy.  They are the true treasures that my mom and dad left behind....the memories of my life with them.  These peonies take me back to my childhood...playing in the back yard...and smelling the peonies, but never ever breaking them off.  We learned very early on to have a respect for Mom's peonies!  They were a great place to hide Easter eggs though.  Or to hide behind when playing hide and seek....with care, of course.

My granddaugher, Jenna, with a peony from my mom's bush two years ago.
I'm thinking I just might have to pick mom one of her peonys this year and take to her.  :=)

I have a few other treasures....such as mom and dad's military ID cards to enter the base when my dad was serving in WWII.  Or, their original Marriage License.  Oh, and the pictures....old black and whites, including one with mom in a high chair as a baby or the one of my dad in full uniform during WWII.  These are the treasures that can never be replaced.  These are the treasures that I hold close to my heart.  These and the memories of the love they had for us.  My mind takes me back many times to the years growing up on West Fourth Street Road.  Those memories never fade.  Daddy bringing home a watermelon and cutting it up in the backyard for us kids.  Daddy buying me my first bicycle.  Mom cooking daddy breakfast every morning and waking up to the wonderful smell of bacon and the hog report blaring on the radio.  WJCD!  Or mom cooking us a good supper every night and hearing her holler out the door to round us up for supper. Daddy sending us for a gallon of ice cream and can of hershey syrup and all of us sitting around the living room eating it while watching tv together.  Oh the memories.  I even have memories of walking down two doors to visit my grandma...mom's mom.  Memories of walking to school right around the corner and on the next street.  Memories, memories, sweet memories!  I had a wonderful childhood...thanks to my wonderful mom and dad!  No one can ever take these memories from me.  They are worth more to me than any material thing.  I like to think my mom would be proud of me today, surviving everything I've gone through.

Until next time....look around and see the treasures in your life.  They are there....sometimes we just take them for granted.

Monday, April 9, 2012


An apple a day keeps the doctor away....right?

But., in my case....it's a pill a day!  One little white pill....but oh so powerful to help keep my cancer from re-occuring.  I am reminded each morning of my journey as I take "one little pill". 

Yesterday was Easter and while we traditionally have our kids over for an Easter dinner with ham and all of the trimmings and of course, colored eggs....this year we did things different.  I missed the family dinner, but so enjoyed the day yesterday too.  We can still plan a dinner together when we all can make it without scrambling around and trying to fit too much into one day.  Erin and Nathan had to work until 6 yesterday and Jennifer and Joe had a dinner at his mom's house....but we still could have had our dinner around 7 last night.  But, we just opted to keep things simpler rather than have everyone rushing around to do too much in one day.  We'll get together another day.  I'm learning that sometimes we just stress ourselves out trying to fit too much into one day (same with Christmas), rather than just enjoying the day....all out of "tradition".  This grandma is learning to break free from "tradition" and give us all the freedom to relax just a bit more on Holidays.  In all honesty, I don't remember running around like that on Holidays when I was growing up.  We had our traditional dinner at our home.....no running off to grandma's house or to an aunts and no one but my parents and us kids were there, unless they just happened to drop by.  Sometimes I think we have complicated our lives since those more simpler times and I'm in the process of trying to re-simplify them and enjoy life, rather than rush around and stress myself out....as well as add stress to my daughter's lives.

So, yesterday was an un-complicated, stressfree, beautiful Easter day!  God blessed us with lots of sunshine!  My day started out with an Easter service with my daughter and her family at their church.  It was a very uplifting service and I left there feeling very blessed.  At this time in my life, I do not have a church home.  It's not that I don't want one....I miss having a church family and attending church services and other activities with a church family .  We used to be very active in church....things happened....we left....and it's been really hard to find a church to fit into.  I know it's not about ME....it's about Jesus Christ.   I know someday I will be back in a church!  My problem isn't with Jesus....it's with man!  So many churches have too many man-made rules.  I'm not against rules....don't get me wrong.  But, for an example, yesterday I was not allowed to take communion with the church body I was visiting.  I am a Christian....I am a member of the body of Christ....I confess my faith that Jesus Christ came to die for my sins and I accept that I am a sinner and I accept Him as my Savior.  But, in particular churches, I am not allowed to partake of communion with "their body", although in reality, I am a member of their body in a broader sense, as all Christians are members of the "body of Christ".  It used to really, really bother me....but, not so much anymore.  I was happy to go forward at Communion time and accept a blessing from the Pastors.  I understand their reasoning.  I respect their "rule".  But, I do not agree with it...but that's ok, because I'm not a member of their church.  To become a member, I would feel I would have to agree with that, among other things.  I know my daughter would love for me to join their church, but I don't feel lead to do so.  It is a great church....I love the people there and the pastors.  They are wonderful....don't get me wrong.  I love that my daughter and her husband are there and that they are raising my grandchildren in church.  But....how do I put this....it's just a little too rigid for me.

On the other hand, I have been in churches that went too far the other way.....like a church that served up little cheddar fish crackers for communion.  Communion is a very solemn and holy sacrament instituted by God.  Quite frankly, looking at those little fishy crackers being passed around and little children crying and wondering why they couldn't have a "snack" too, really dulled the importance and holiness of the whole ceremony.  They didn't understand why us adults were having a "snack" and they couldn't have one too.  It made me cringe.  Thankfully I don't think that was ever tried again in that church (to my knowledge). 

I understand the importance of keeping this sacrament sacred.  It should be treated in a reverant way.  There is even scripture giving pastors warnings about giving out this sacrament.  Did you know that?  This is the "blood and body of Christ", so I get that it should not be handed out willy nilly.  I get that totally.  But, I do not believe becoming a member of a particular church will make me any more of a Christian than I already am.  One day I will sit and have a feast with Jesus Christ Himself and I don't believe He will make me show any proof of a membership in any particular church.  All that will matter to Him is that "He knows me" and that I am a member of the body of Christ....His body!

Some churches are so rigid in their traditions while others try so hard to throw out traditions, but in reality, they are just making their own.  Neither church is wrong, necessarily.  They just aren't for me!  Even non-denominationals have their own "man-made rules and traditions" while they try so hard in their efforts to NOT be a denomination.  In reality, they become a denomination!

Yesterday we passed this church sign and I kind of chuckled and reflected upon it.  I was trying to decide what "Country Gospel" is.  Is it different than God's Gospel?  And a Music church?   What is worshipped.... the music?  I am assuming it is a Christian church that just happens to appeal to people who like Country music.  I'm glad the "Gospel" was in the name; otherwise, I may have thought it was a church worshipping Country Music.....the word Gospel leads me to believe they worship Jesus Christ.  Now, I am not trying to be disrespectul to this church or it's members.  But, as an outsider looking in....these thoughts crossed my mind.  This is an example of what I am talking about.  What is being worshipped?  The music?  Country Music?  I don't care what kind of music is being sang, just so it is glorifying to God.  I have sat in a church that put so much importance on their music that they lost sight of the Savior!  We, as Christians, put too much focus on "things of this world" and many times miss God by doing so.  Now before anyone thinks I don't like Country Music....let me tell you, "I love it"!   When my daughter asks me why I won't join her church, I tell her their songs are too hard to sing...lol!  She knows I'm joking, but she also knows worshipping in song is important to me.  But, in reality, it's not about the type of songs we sing to worship our Lord....it's about Him!

Yes, I do seem to have a problem with organized church.  But, yet, I want to belong to one.  I have had "church" in my car or in my yard, or right here in my own home.  Where two or more are gathered....there He shall be.  I remember one time in particular that my sister, Kim, and I had church right there in the car.   Unplanned......unexpected.....orchestrated by God!  I was dropping her off and I had a Ray Boltz cd playing.  I like to listen to uplifting Christian music when I drive.  She hadn't said a word about it, but as she started to get out of the car a song that was playing really began to minister to her.  Tears flowed and the Holy Spirit was present.  It was awesome!!!!!  Now that, my friends, was CHURCH!!!!!!!

But, don't get me wrong....I am NOT against worshipping in a church.  As a matter of fact, I am praying for God to lead me to one where He can use me and where I can be fed and spend time with his people in worshipping Him!  So, I would like to ask for any Christians reading this to please lift me up in prayer in this area that God will lead me to the church He wants me in and that I will have total confirmation.....no doubts...that it is the church He wants me at.

When I went to church yesterday, I planned to wear pants, as I don't have any dresses that fit.  Oh wait....I ran to my closet and dug out this dress that no longer fit me because I got too big for it.  Look, it fits again!!!!!  :=)  So, I guess I do have some dresses!....although some are outdated.  But they will do until I get out and get me some new ones.

After church, Larry and I headed over to Brown County Inn...the same place we stayed for Thanksgiving.  They were having an Easter Buffet, so we decided that while our children were busy with the other family or working, we'd just take off for the day by ourselves and have our own Easter dinner.  After raising kids, there is a time when you need to "find each other" again!  It actually turned out to be a special day for us.

After we ate, we went driving around a bit...it was such a beautiful day!  When Larry and I were dating we loved to visit the Brown County State Park over there.  So, we put in the 60's CD and let it blare as we were crusing around...lol....oh the memories came flooding back!

We ended up at the Bean Blossom Dragway....a place where Larry used to drag race his car in the late 60's....right before I met him.  I actually think he was still doing it when I met him, but I never went to a race with him.  He even won some trophys!  Hmmm....I wonder whatever happened to them?  Maybe I sold them in a yard sale...lol!  Now I wish we still had them to give to our grandchildren.  I could see the memories flood across his face as it lit up and he had a huge smile on his face. 

I encouraged him to drive on in and check out the race track.  He was telling me what had changed about it.  There didn't used to be a clubhouse or this or that.  But, even with the changes, his mind went back to those days in his youth where he spent so much time.  I could tell by the look on his face that he could still hear the engines revving up!  Oh, what sweet memories! 

Unfortunately, a race had just ended....we missed it....and they were loading up their cars to leave.  All of the "youngsters" were looking as us like they were wondering what we were doing there.....after all, we weren't a part of the usual crowd.  We stopped and explained to some of them that Larry raced there in the 60's and asked when the races are held and they graciously ran inside and brought us out a schedule, so now we plan to make it back over for a Sunday afternoon drag race this summer.  We're even hoping we can get our kids and grandkids to go with us....so they can take in what their father/grandfather did when he was younger.

Then we headed back toward Nashville...the quaint little tourist town I've shown you pictures of before.  I had never really been to Bean Blossom and never have entered Nashville from this direction.  It looked like the stores were opened up again, after being close for the winter and while there was not a huge crowd of people, there were quite a few milling around.   Lots of motorcycles out and about.  One thing I always find about Brown County and Nashville...there are always lots of motorcycles everywhere. 

We decided to bypass parking and walking around town and instead decided to see if we could find the Zipline place.
We found it!  So, we went in and talked with them about ziplining, which we both want to do this summer.  They had a group out ziplining yesterday, so we drove up to their lake to watch them.
Doesn't that look so tranquil.  This is the lake that the ziplines cross over.  My thoughts are....great, then if I fall, I'll fall into water instead of a hard ground.  lol!

There are several of these platforms built around trees and you zip from one platform to the other, crossing the lake....and then zip from that one to another....and so forth.  All in all, I think you end up zipping 4 times.

I wish I could say this was me...but not yet!  We were just there to observe yesterday...afterall, I had a dress on!

What fun!  We were standing alongside a man, who was also taking pictures and he explained that his family were the ones I was photographing....his 12 year old son, 15 year old daughter, and mom!  Yay mom!!!!  You go girl!  :=)

This, as explained to me by that gentleman, is the brake that keeps you from plowing into the tree.  lol....good thing!  The zipliners would grab the rope that would help slow them down.

Here they all are returning from their zipline experience!  Larry and I have both decided we want to do this, especially after watching how it's done!  So, I am making plans that this will be my Birthday Gift to myself in August!  Something else I will be able to mark off of my "bucket list"!  I didn't even really have a bucket list until last year when I was diagnosed with cancer.  I just let life happen.  But, now I am finding particular things I want to do, so I started me a bucket list.  This past weekend I got to mark off "get a tattoo".  This summer I plan to mark off "go ziplining"!  :=)  I'm learning to "live out loud" and it's wonderful!

We also found out that they rent cabins there...that sleep 10!  So, I'm thinking what fun it would be to get a group together and go over for a night of "camping out" in one of their cabins.  There is paintballing, ziplining, canoeing and even kayaking available.   And then we could sit around a huge fire at night.  Oh, how peaceful that sounds!

And, as we left, I snapped this random picture of this old wagon.  I love things like this and wonder about the "history" of it.  I think back to "Little House of the Prairie" and wonder if this wagon carried a family....mom, dad, and children...acrosss the prairie.  Was it covered?  Was it ever attacked by Indians or coyotes?  It may look like a weathered mess today....but oh what history it may hold.

Until next time....get out and enjoy life!  Soak in the history that surrounds you....that we may just drive by and not give a thought to.  Visit some of your "old memories" and enjoy going down "Memory Lane".   Hold them close to your heart.  Re-discover the simpler things in this life.  Praise be to God!