So onto the rest of the weekend! I encountered no further delays with my airline travel, in fact, my bag was the first one off the belt at baggage claim. Matt & Trent were picking me up, and AA was SO fast, that by the time I walked outside and called Matt, he was still buckling Trent in the car seat! How about that American Airlines!
We trek over to my dad's and meet Jo, Amanda, Gary, Liz & Dave and we all caravan up to "The Ranch". This ranch, as we'll refer to it, is located in Allen, OK and the biggest thing this town has going for it is the local Quick Pic (that's a "convenient store"). But the news in town is there are some new gas pumps going in across the street and the town folk are quite excited about this! In all seriousness though, this town, or at least the crowd my dad and Jo "run" with, are some of the best, nicest, most sincere and quality people you'll ever meet. Heck, they knew I moved to DC, heard I was coming in town, and they had a BBQ for us out-of-town visitors!
So what is life like on the ranch you ask? Basically, it entails two basic details:
1) Cold Beer
2) 4-wheelers
So, you load the cooler up with above, strap onto the other above, and off you go. 4-wheeling until your thumb and other 4 fingers on your right hand feel like they have arthritis worse than an 80 year old, hence why the beer is involved? You ride through the woods, truck through creeks, past the bones of deceased cows and oh yes! Manure patties EVERYWHERE! Anyway, it's the absolute best way to spend an afternoon. We fished a little, ate a little, shot a few guns, and drank and rode some more. And then later, after dinner, and a LOT more drinking, we did the absolute safest thing you can think of, we went for a night ride! But how can you not take advantage of a view of the stars like you have up there??!!
Trent of course, loving tractors like he does, enjoyed the brand-spankin' new John Deere more than the horse he "rode", the 4-wheeler he was on or the ponds stocked with fish and turtles. We got a lot of great pictures of him, and yes, I would be to blame for the really cute pants I picked up for him, that look more like man carpi's. Guess I didn't notice that was the hip style for guys in DC since that's where I got them? Seriously the tag said they're shorts, and I don't quite see how these things are shorts? Yet, the length just isn't long enough for jeans. Maybe that's why the greatness of H & M is so cheap?
Anyway you look at it, Matt & I are saving up to buy a few acres for a ranch of our own. Hey Grapevine Gang, instead of our own housing development, how about we go in on a ranch? KEYSTONE Ranch! Imagine what a cool brand we could come up with for the cattle we're going to have on it so we can write off the 4-wheelers and a few cars!!??
xoxo