...For Brandie...

Have you seen this beautiful creature lately? I have, she's in bed sleeping right now....hehe. That is Brandie. I know that I put a picture of her up here before, but I have never just done one blog about her, as I have for my family, pets and motorcycles. So this one's for you babygirl.

Her name is Brandie Harwood, she's 25 years old and loves all things pin up like Bettie Page. She has a tattoo on her chest of Bettie Page as well as to revolvers some stars, some cherry's and her ever famous quote "...Vanity Kills With Pretty Pistols..."

She works her butt off every day just to make sure that we have the things that we need, like food and payment for the bed...our cell phones...and the like. She's really good at what she does and she doesn't give her self enough credit for all the hard work that she does. I mean come on, She's put up with me for the last year! THAT in it self takes some brass one's. Love ya babe.

There are times when she is just lounging around that she is the most beautiful to me. There is a picture of when we first got here and we were laying on the ground, that's where we slept, had to. And she looked so happy and peaceful, I'm going to post it up if I haven't in previous posts...but the point is that I hope this awesome creature never for a second thinks that I take her for granted or don't appreciate her. So this is just my small way of saying "Thank you, and I love you unconditionally".

Now I just have to think of a way to get her to read this....it can be arranged!

Be true to your self, and you can never go wrong...

Blessed be all...

Reese

I love you Brandie

Blah, all kinds of political...

What do you think of when you see this picture? A nice house...nice truck, even a road bike in the back...huh, maybe a health nut lives here....Well, you'd be right. It's my parents house and that's my mom's truck, and that would be my mom's bike on back of it.

Though yes the house is similar to what most American's think would be the good life, I personally am not for living in a complex where every 3rd house looks the same. But it served it's purpose as we were growing up... Sure the front yard isn't huge, but my dad still takes pride in it. So what if the back yard looked more like part of the Vegas dessert, it's all green now! THAT takes some determination.

Everyone has their own idea of what the good ol American dream is.....Wanna know what mine is? You have no choice, it's my blog!LOL....

My idea of the all American Dream is this:

Out in the country, neighbors only about 2 acers away, front yard and back yard total to about 5 acers, a big enough house for my wife and 2 kids, maybe even have some veggies growin in the back yard. Have an old beat up truck in the front that runs, and a decent car to haul around in.

So what if maybe I sound like a red neck, It's what I would love to have. And maybe one day I will. In the mean time, I'd settle for an old red brick apartment like the one you use to see on 227...if any one remembers that other then me.

I have a "thing" for old houses, old cars, old apartments..... I have no idea why. I tell you what though, my Gramma Donna lived in this one house that I thought was awesome and yet looked scary as all hell when I was younger. It looked almost dead on like the house from that Norman Bates....you know what movie I'm talkin about. But oddly enough, even with Pee cocks runnin around out back and screamin bloody murder, the love my Gramma filled the house with, always made me feel safe.

I think that should be real American Dream, to have a home where you not only love to be, but that you fill WITH love and your kids feel safe in and aren't afraid of the boogie man or anything.

(No ma, I wasn't afraid in the house.....)

Any who, I believe it is time for me to go now.

As always,

Be true to you, love yourself and those around you.....

Reese