All Happy Cows live in California

Any time I see a cow here in Tennessee I say..."those are SAD cows"! We all know that happy cows live in California! Tell me...do these cows look happy? They were cute though, especially the babies!

Whenever we go shopping for just about anything except groceries, we have to travel down several country roads. It takes at least 20 minutes to get anywhere from here. These roads are really just two lane highways lined with trees and pastures. The scary thing about driving here is not the traffic so much, it's the fact that most of the time there is absolutely no shoulder on the side of the road, and the roads are quite narrow. There are places where the road actually drops off on the side. So, if you were to overcorrect or just take your eyes off the road for a second, you could end up in a ditch. I don't know what you would do if you got a flat tire. One of the most frustrating things here is following behind someone on one of these roads who is actually doing less than the speed limit! Of course, most of the people I've talked to have warned me to drive these roads very slowly because you can easily hit a deer or something running across the road.

I am still recovering from my own "hit and run" incident. It was a dark and rainy night...(does that sound dramatic enough?) I was talking on my cell phone with Michael as I was coming home from a meeting. I had just dropped off my friend Sheri and was heading home down one of these dark country roads. (Many times I will call someone when I am driving at night so I don't get spooked.) As we were talking away...suddenly...a HUGE possum comes right out in front of me. I screamed into the phone and hit it because I couldn't stop fast enough. After a few seconds, I realized that Michael had not asked me if I was ok. I said into the phone..."Michael, are you there?" He said "yeah, I'm here."(like nothing had even happened) I hesitated a few more seconds and then said "Didn't you hear me scream?" (I couldn't believe he had heard this blood curdling scream come from his dear mother and had not even asked if I was ok.) Well...he said "No, I didn't hear you scream...your cell phone was cutting out on me for a minute there." "Oh", I said. (In my mind thinking...sure you didn't hear me...) I then told him in my most desperate voice that I had just hit a possum....and was sure I had killed it!!! He started laughing so hard!! He laughed as I told him what had happened and continued laughing about it until we hung up the phone. When I got home and told Bob about it...he laughed too. He had to be a little more sympathetic though because I was glaring at him! He wanted to go for a ride to see the scene of the crime. As we drove by...he again burst into laughter saying that my HUGE possum was really little. I swear it looked HUGE!! I have not been able to live this one down. Whenever we see a dead possum on the road, Bob will say "Did you do that?". I try to beat him by saying first "I didn't do it". He likes to accuse me of being responsible for wiping out a whole generation of possums. The "scene of the crime" has become a tourist attraction for those who come to visit. I'm sure Bob would love to show it to you!!