Sonic Speed Chase

This is our rescue dog named Scooter.

Yes, that is a grilled cheese sandwich in his mouth!

It was from Sonic and it belonged to the Senator’s son.  Well, before he left it sitting on the table – alone – for roughly five seconds. But, that would be just enough time for Scooter to snatch it up off the table and take it down under for consumption.

We were in shock really that this dog could maneuver so quickly to steal a sandwich literally right out from under our eyes.  Totally speechless,  that we just stood there laughing at him and each other.  

It’s not like this dog is hungry.  Seriously, he is very well fed and obviously a tad bit spoiled.
So,  the Senator’s son decided to chase him around the house in an attempt to steal the grilled cheese back. NO, not because he was going to eat it or anything, definitely not that, but more for a show of look who is boss now Scooter!  Or, I can run faster than you Scooter…Or, you just stole my afternoon snack and I’m gonna make you work for it…

If only for just a moment…

I think Scooter needs some time at the spa.


New Hampshire

I spent some time recently in New Hampshire. Well, actually I sit on the national board of American Mothers, Inc. which is the organization that selects the National Mother of the Year. They meet four times a year usually in different parts of the country and this time our meeting happened to be in Manchester, New Hampshire. Mind you, New York and Connecticut are as “far east” as I have ever traveled, but somewhere inside me I have always felt like I should be living up there! I don’t know why, seriously, I don’t. I couldn’t even explain it to the Senator properly, other than once I arrived in New Hampshire it made sense, just that feeling like I had been there before or belonged there. Creepy. 

Anyway, flying in to Manchester you could hear everyone gasping on the plane and oohing and aahing over the leaves. Leaves people. Like the leaves on trees. Except these leaves were magnificent colors, bright, bright reds and yellows and oranges like none I had ever seen before. These leaves made our Oklahoma foliage look somewhat, how shall I say… muted.

Anyway, as I hopped in my rented car, I just drove and drove purposefully getting lost on the winding and very narrow two lane roads. I passed by the old churches and wood framed houses and historic buildings that happened to be right next to a field with a John Deere tractor parked out in the middle of it.   I was incredibly fortunate not to have wrecked the rental car or run off the two lane road even though it was quite obvious I was a tourist in this town.  They should just paint that on the side of all rental cars,  Caution, tourist behind the wheel!

Then there were more trees. Beautiful tall trees whose leaves were just starting to change.

New Hampshirans (?) were hospitable folks who take their ‘live free or die’ motto v-e-r-y s-e-r-i-o-u-s-l-y. In fact, one day several of us ventured out to a local lunch spot and noticed a few legal petitions posted on the back wall of the restaurant. When I inquired about what those referred to – the local resident said that basically it’s their right in New Hampshire to not adhere to a specific law, in this case the Sunday Laws, and that the legal document was posted on the wall explaining which law they were not in agreement with. Live free or die people!

The Senator could live here. Really, he could.

He would most certainly like this quaint Episcopal Church if he could see past those nasty telephone wires. They really should bury those things.



Breaking News

No, there has not been a terrorist attack, political assassination attempt or the death of a rock star….One of my favorite USC players was injured yesterday in a weight lifting accident. He is lucky to be alive and out for the season I would assume.  Yes, I can hear all my Sooner friends rejoicing. Their dislike for my team dates back to the 2005 Orange Bowl and for good reason, but they have their own injured players to keep them occupied with these days.  
In fact, USC’s Stafon Johnson has a lot in common now with Oklahoma’s wounded quarterback, Sam Bradford.  Aside from being stellar athletes in their chosen sport and all around great guys, they both will be watching their team from the sidelines as they worry about their status for the NFL draft next year.   
That can not be fun.  

I know, I know, it is easy to become obsessed with a high school or college football team and get caught up in that school spirit. But it is completely something else when you have actually had the chance to meet a player or two, exchange a few words and realize that these guys are truly inspirational on many different levels.  

For instance, take this particular USC running back, Stafon Johnson, who is currently in critical condition at a downtown Los Angeles hospital, he is one of those players. This past summer, Stafon took some time out of his day to motivate and encourage a couple hundred young, aspiring football players at a USC football camp. He spoke of persistence, determination and discipline and his words were gobbled up by these kids. When he was finished speaking, instead of bolting out of there like he had better things to do, Stafon stuck around for quite some time apparently not just to take photos with the kids, who coach Carroll had already sent back to drills, but he was chit chatting with their parents -most of whom were hanging around waiting for their chance to talk to the coaches, the players or snap a photo with USC’s #2 on the depth chart RB (running back).

Myself included.

I’m not shy.  

And, I really wish Stafon well as he recovers from this life changing accident.  I am hopeful that his same words of persistence, determination and discipline that he shared with the Senator’s son this summer, will guide him to a speedy and full recovery.
The Senator’s Wife