My Friend Rachelle, Birthday Girl 9/12/09

Howdy, been awhile. Over a month. Gotta be honest, didn't know how to approach the rest of this. Maybe it won't be the same, maybe it will. Some sobering things have happened, one of which I'll bring up in the next post. That's the problem with writing today about the past. Actually, this probably isn't psychologically healthy living in the past. Perchance there is a message here. It is conceivable that I will think about it, reflect on it. There's a good chance I'll get back to you on it. I often take my own advice if I have any clue what it is. Perhaps I'll catch up to the present, not this way though eh? Should go faster though, not as psyched about Autumn and Winter as I am about summer. Still not sure what I think about blogs, but if and when I catch up, I will have to think of new things if I continue, maybe then I'll find myself if I'm not too well hidden. I suspect I am, but maybe I left some clues.

My friend Rachelle had a birthday. She invited us to dinner with her family...husband, children and Mother. One day this past summer, I allowed her only daughter, about 14, drive my mustang, top down, down my lengthy driveway. Her parents were behind us in car, she and I jumped out of the car and switched places at the head. I think she was thrilled, and I think her parents were blown away, and if I accomplished even half of that, then success. And I am pleased.

The birthday girl with the wife. All smiles. Friends. Good women. Lucky me.
Rachelle is the girl next door in a lot of ways. She's bubbly, and seems to appreciate the little things. I asked her if she wanted to drive my car to dinner. Wife and I had to talk her into it a bit, she's the kind who is afraid she'll break it or something, but she settled right in. It's so fun to have a friend who seems to get a big kick out of little things.

Two hands posing at 10 and 2 o'clock. Knows where to put her hands, who taught her? Driver Ed? She'll need to look straight ahead afore actually moving that pretty Mustang though. Giddy-up cowgirl.
Now she feigns seriousness of a sort. Mustang woman, but she can't fool me. Those are half her children in the back seat. Mustang too small for a woman with children.
Yes, she actually looks like this sometimes. She is probably having as much fun as it looks. And she hasn't even moved the car yet. What a kick, and kicks just keep getting harder to find.
Another side of my friend. Ca-raaaaa-zeeeee. Look at those eyes. Aye yi yi yi. Los Ojos Grande Verde, y un poco loco.
Not too bad a parking exercise. She made it, and strikes a cross legged pose of accomplishment. Looks a little like the photo at the bottom of this blog, only the top's up or is it down?
Las comidas Mexicana al Mi Rancho. It's very nice to be included in this wonderful family.
Daughter and Mother now have driven a Mustang Convertible. They have more in common than that. My friend Rachelle. Don't always show it, but I greatly appreciate her friendship, she teaches me. Cumpleaños feliz mi amiga, muchas gracias por tu amistad.