Recently, DJ got a chance to ride a mechanical bull. As I stood by, I realized it translated to life. Life's like a mechanical bull. It really is. You're on this thing you CAN'T control & all you CAN control is holding on for dear life. And then? Like the bull, you get kicked off sometimes, don't ya? And whatta ya do? Lie on the ground? Run away? Kick the bull? Or...maybe like DJ, we simply get back on. If life's got you riding a…
I saw something the other day that still has me scratching my…head. Elliott and I were out killing time by running errands, when we pulled into the parking lot of Target. Parked next to us was a Jeep Cherokee. It was nothing out of the ordinary in a suburban shopping mall, with the exception of one…hmm, two things. Hanging from the hitch and dangling below the bumper, was a set of balls. Bull’s balls. In our household, we refer to them as cohones.
Added by Lanita Moss on February 25, 2011 at 8:19am — No Comments