July 12, 2010

She's gone Country, again.

Im a firm believer that "You can take the girl outta the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl."
But I was definitely proved wrong over Fourth of July weekend. 
I relived some amazing memories and it made things so worth while.

When I was a kid, I could run like lighting on any surface.
Note to self: When preparing to walk over gravel, please wear shoes.
Because when you haven't done that in like 5 years, it hurts.

When I was a teen, I spent my early mornings picking okra, peas, and corn with my Maw Maw.
I walked through the garden with my Daddy and realized my skin isn't so tough anymore.
Corn stalks are REALLY scratchy and believe it or not okra can make your fingers bleed.

So on vaycay, I went Country, again.

Daddy's old red barn.
I would play in that thing for hours on in.
Good thing I wasn't afraid of spiders, mice and snakes.
You wouldn't catch me dead in there these days!

These boots were made for walking....
and realizing my 16 year old nephew has HUGE feet...
and you seriously can't walk in size 12 boots when you wear a size 7 shoe.

Wishing my Momma's "green thumb" had worn off on me.
I killed my friend "Fern" last week.
I know, I know...
How do you kill a Fern Chrystal?

Annd, remembering that no matter what..
I'll always be Daddy's little girl.

We laughed and smiled with each other more than we have in the last 7 years.
It felt so good to reconnect with him.
It reminded me that he will always, without a doubt...
be my hero.

What are some of your favorite childhood memories?

Happy Stinkin' Monday ya'll,


Rebecca said...

Truly many of my great childhood memories are from my weeks at Mawmaw's. For instance me you and Leah trying to have a seanace to speak with the dead which in turn freaked us out later. Haha

carrie1 said...

I'm buying a pair of boots so i can wear them when i come see you! =)

Rasha said...

Love them boots and the pic with your dad, love it!

capperson said...

When I was little I spent most of my time at my gandparents. My grandpa had a garden and he always wore these brown work boots, which I insisted on having some of and my granny went out and brought me some. Everyday I followed in his foot trails all through the garden. Those were the days :(

Caro said...

I love the country when I am in the city, but then just miss the city too much.

bananas. said...

okay this is so cute! i love the boots!!! and the daddy's girl pic. awww you're adorable lady.

Lacey in the City said...

Loved this post. I love going back to the south to relive my childhood days!

Bumpkin on a Swing said...

I did my share of back breaking tater digging, and strawberry picking to my fingers bled. Regardless of what you think, the country will always rear it's head every now and again, and I kinda like that being a girl from the country myself!
Embrace your country girl!