There are many benefits to living in Arkansas aside from the easy-to-navigate, 12-gate airport and the shoe-optional dress code. We have lakes. Great ones. 2,340 named ones to be exact. Going to the lake is a very popular extracurricular activity around here in the summer. I mean…can you think of anything better than lounging on a boat…soaking up the rays…eating the best junk food ever while sailing through the choppy, slightly murky water? White sands and seashells, crystal blue water, palm trees and a warm ocean breeze…yeah…I actually can. 😆
I go to the lake a handful of times a year. It is actually right up my alley. Hanging with friends, being outdoors, chillaxing, partaking in water sport activities, eating good junk food (of course), etc. Usually…people who go the lake either have a boat or have friends who do. In my case…it’s the latter. I friended up. We went to the lake this past weekend. We usually rent a cabin, but our friends in high places bit the bullet and bought a lake house.
The mobile kind. Can you believe The Swede had never been in one of these?! Apparently they don’t exist in the land of free health care and government funding that is so giving that you can make more money not working than we can gainfully employed. The glory of a socialistic economy and a royal family that adds a nice decorative touch. I love the royals. 👸🏼🤴🏾💁🏼
The neighbors kicked off each evening with loud, country music. And I don’t mean pop-ish Carrie Underwood/Sam Hunt country. I mean cooouuuunnntry. Mama’s drunk, dog got ran over country. And to The Swede’s dismay…I could pretty much sing every word to every song. He was impressed and distraught at the same time. Hello. Born and raised. Right here. (Inserting state of Arkansas emoji with a heart right in the middle.❤️)
A few years ago I was introduced to wake boarding. Who would have guessed that I would become the next Darin Shapiro?! Nobody. Who’s Darin Shapiro? I have only done it a handful of times. Like 3. I once was good. And when I say good…I mean I could get up and stay for at least 30 seconds. But this time…it wasn’t near as pretty. I nailed the getting up part. Every time actually. 💪🏻 But once I got up…I was all over the place…flopping around like a (huge) fish out of water. Ten tries and a minor case of whiplash later….
I woke up the next day feeling like someone had used my body for a punching bag and then ran it over with a truck. Dang it sucks getting old. At least that’s what I hear.
Side Notes:
- LeBron….If you really gave it your best…and left it all on the court like you said you did…I will let it slide this time. But next year…we are going to have to do better. I’m so tired of seeing Kevin Durant’s mom. Thanks.
Better selfie…or photo bomb? I love this guy. - “Geese Dump Droppings on Disneyland Guests, Hitting 17 People” was the tagline for an article in the AR Democrat-Gazette (online) the other day. Why are we talking about this in Arkansas?! I should become a reporter.
- Happy Birthday, Arkansas! 🎂🎈🎊 (June 15) 181 years of sweet tea, fried delicacies, and the worst mosquitos ever. Winning. To honor this glorious day…read this.
- Photo bombs are great. And I’m damn good at them.
Serious Note: Prayers for House Majority Whip Scalise and the other victims involved in the GOP softball practice shooting. It’s sad and disturbing that we have to constantly worry about belligerent people that take their ignorance and hate out on other people. If you see a bitter, crazy political activist that wears creepy glasses, lives in his van, and hangs out around YMCAs….Run.
Big Hugs. Lots of Love.
P.M.T.
Pardon My Thoughts* 