Welcome Back To Me

Please play this song as you read this, or not, but to fully experience the journey I am about to take you on I think it would be prudent to do so.  Prudent is a funny word, don't ya think?

I just got back last night.  Going back to Indiana always makes me feel nostalgic.  Even though I have moved around this country for most of my life, I've always considered Indiana my home.  All my family is there.  And there's just something about the sight of a golden field of corn in the fall that makes my heart warm.  The abundance of Steak 'N Shakes doesn't hurt either.

I spent a good deal of time riding my mothers pink cruiser around the small town that my parents live in.  Several times I rode to a local bakery and cafe and picked up lunch and rode back to my parents house with it in the wicker basket of the bike.  I never once had to lock it up and I never once feared it being stolen.  MAN do I love some things about small towns!  

Many other eventful things happened such as my whole family coming down with a shat nasty case of strep throat.  Oh yeah, and Elsbeth got Hand Foot and Mouth disease (But don't worry it was mild and she's OK now).

Amanda if you're reading this, right about now in this song I'm remembering you and I sitting in my apartment on Talbott street in Indianapolis listening to this song on a CD you had made me.  You had probably come over to help me list stuff (incredibly unusual and hip vintage stuff) on Ebay, although I think you even then had ulterior motives of visiting your boyfriend Magnum the Italian Greyhound.  After this song I believe I broke out in an infamous dance to R Kelly's Ignition "The Remix".  Yeah, we didn't always listen to that kind of music though did we?

I visited my old stomping ground, The Fort Gold course, one of the singularly most beautiful places I have ever been.  My heart experienced a dull throbbing pain and I had to fight the urge to steal the beverage cart and make a lap around the course.

But enough reminiscing.  Dear, DEAR readers, I have something to tell you.  This morning I made an exciting discovery: Coffee made by ones self is just never as good as coffee made lovingly by ones own Mother.  

And also this:

Yep, thas right.  Jillian is going to be a mother of two.  When I informed my husband of this news he chuckled in a very cocky way and said, "I TOLD you I posses the Navy Seals of sperm".  I realize that that last statement may have taken our Internet relationship into levels of intimacy which you were not prepared for.  If that's the case, you'd better leave now.  As the months wear on I am sure to delve deep into some really disgusting subject matter, that is unless the Pregnancy Gestapo (AKA Jeremy) gets to me first and enforces mandated censorship.   

We shall have to wait and see.