No bull! 
Apart from the skirt pulled up way too high–Erkel style under my boobs and the dainty sandals on my pretty feet I look like a real life bull rider. Right? Right? Why do I hear crickets?
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I own a ukulele now, purchased from a shop in Amarillo. So far, I know two notes, but the ukulele is small and my body is bulky. Together we look odd, like the instrument is being absorbed into my flesh. Like Jabba the Hut swallowing a little invertebrate whole. Gulp.
I’m not going to let appearances prevent me from learning to play the ukulele. Nossirree. But I might need to purchase a muumu just to complete the whole vibe.
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Each day, the tattoo my nephew Russell bestowed upon me becomes prettier. I’ve tried to explain my feelings about it which go above and beyond anything I expected.
Having never been a particularly attractive woman, it pleases me more than I can say to have such a beautiful piece of art adorning my body. It makes me feel happy. And just a little bit special. I only regret not having it done sooner.
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One friend asked what I’d listened to during my adventure. If I were to try and list my choices in some kind of order, it might look like this:




I also listened and sang along to the Classic Vinyl station, as well as the 60’s and 70’s stations on Sirius/XM. The comedy stations helped me cover many miles as well.
And then there were great distances without any sound other than that of my tires on pavement. Driving through the cities of Nashville, Kansas City, Dallas, and Houston required a great deal of concentration, and radio silence was a balm for my soul and a boost for my driving skills.
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Being home feels good. Today is a day for tackling mountains of laundry and snuggling cats, and for reading blog posts. I’ve been a terrible follower these past two weeks, clicking through blogs with nary a comment.
Thanks for all your positive vibes and support during my journey. Here’s a little Simon and Garfunkel to tie things up.
Peace, people!
I think you’re adorable! Our church has a ukulele group and I think it’s easier to learn in a group maybe you can find a bunch of ukulele players right there in Florida to hang out with.
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I hope so!
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P.S. You are also pretty brave to be riding a bull in sandals!
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He was a gentle bull. 😉
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I don’t know, he looks most masculine and terrifying!
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And inanimate.
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Sporting some Annie Oakley joie de vivre on that bovine, aren’t we.
And I salute your sartorial swagger of bringing that bull to heel, while rocking those flip flops with that, “I came to fiesta skirt. “ “Old Thunder On Tuesday,” or “Hell On The Hoof,”…whatever his rodeo moniker; that bull never stood a chance.
So Amarillo saw you comin’, and some Music Man chimed, “Now there’s a lady that could use a ukulele.” Or are you telling us you’ve got a song in your heart?’ Curious to see where this finger pickin’ might lead.
And a little traveling music Mastro, if you please.
So a softened shock jock, a sexy liberal pretty boy, and some national peoples radio hitch hiked along…, and you giving some fine counter-point harmony to sixties hippie and 70’s singer/song writing troubadours.
I like that, but I can’t audio book sitting in a club chair sipping bourbon. Can’t imagine having one eye out for the next speed trap, with one ear tuned to the next narrative plot point. But I understand many find it relaxing.
Thanks for the lowdown.
I’d normally tip-toe around a tat, as I’m not a big fan, but I must say, yours is top shelf.
Glad you had fun, glad your home safe. Say howdy to Patches and Scout.
Regards,
Doug
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My skirt was pretty out of character for me. The bovine was subdued by my giddy-up.
I’d been hankerin’ for a ukulele. For some reason I feel the need to strum something. In my mind I thought I’d be able to just pick it up and pick it up, if you know what I mean.
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Sorry to confuse delicate sandals for flip flops in my recent comment…by way of sorry, here’s a wordpress tip and some ukulele sing-a-longs. here you go. http://beltwayfanfiction.com/14392-2/
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I impressed with the bull riding. Just getting up on top of that thing would be a sufficient challenge for me. 🙂
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You should’ve seen me! It took several kind people to help me into position.
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I’m afraid my days of climbing trees have also long since gone. (I’ve never tried to climb on top of a stuffed bull, but I guess the principle is much the same.) 🙂
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Try it in a skirt!
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You are not bulky at all. Everything is bigger than ukulele 🙂
The bull is so funny. I like his hind ballerina leg, and languorous expression.
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You should’ve seen the acrobatics necessary to put me atop this faux bull. Let’s just say I had help.
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Haha, it was not recorded, at least. In the picture, you looks quite gracious.
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It took two tries! The first photo didn’t come out–I figured I broke the camera, so I had to climb back up.
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Oh I would love to be there and have fun. Was it a stuffed bull, or just a fake?
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Just fake. There were steps on the backside, but it was still hilarious to get me astraddle.
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Imagine it moving. I wouldn’t last a second.
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Me either!
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