Old Potato Road.

i created a simple blog to keep track of the odd happenings in this unconventional life of mine. Old Potato Road is my favorite road in between Austin and my hometown of Bryan, Texas. at a point in my life when i was figuring out what the hell i was going to do and who the hell i wanted to be i'd pass Old Potato Road and laugh out loud. it reminds me to honor and seek those simple moments that give breath to our crazy lives.

even today, when i drive by after my mom, dad or courtney has graciously scooped me up from the austin airport i anticipate passing Old Potato Road. it reminds me of finding joy in the simple moments of our lives. the sort of simple joy that creates reprieve from the dust of everyday life we sometimes can't shake.

i offer no wisdom. just sharing my life. things that make me laugh. things that make me cry. things that make me, well, me.
ROAD TRIP GAMES.
I love road trips.  Currently I’m sitting in a window at my fave Brooklyn coffee spot waiting on my ride to head upstate with 3 of my guy friends.  As I’m about to embark on our day trip out of the city I started thinking about some of the unforgettable times I had on High School road trips.
Out of town games for both cheerleading and softball were beyond entertaining.  This particular story involves a softball road trip.  I played center field and my buddy Beth Lebow played left field.  We were 2 peas in a pod.  Sometimes if someone would hit a line drive to the outfield we’d giggle our way to the fences.  We were really good, don’t get me wrong, we were just silly in the process.  We kept ourselves entertained.
My bud Beth was always up for a challenge or prank.  Anytime, anywhere.  On this particular day we come up with a game to pass the time.  Coach Williamson, who we called Judy Booty, would always sit at the very front of the bus.  Beth and I being jokesters always found ourselves nestled in the back of the yellow dog.  The object of the game was to tag Judy Booty’s head by crawling across the tops of all the seats and back before the other.
So someone, whom I presume to be Aimee Petroski or Lyndsey Bond, say GO and Beth and I start flying across the seats.  We womp ole Judy Booty across the head and scurry back on the tops of the seats as if we thought we’d be undetected.
I don’t know what we were thinking essentially slapping our coach access the head but man do I have a good laugh talking about it now.  It’s no wonder Beth and I were in trouble as much as we were. Didn’t matter how much we got yelled at, we always found humor in the adventure and of course built new road trip games.

ROAD TRIP GAMES.

I love road trips. Currently I’m sitting in a window at my fave Brooklyn coffee spot waiting on my ride to head upstate with 3 of my guy friends. As I’m about to embark on our day trip out of the city I started thinking about some of the unforgettable times I had on High School road trips.

Out of town games for both cheerleading and softball were beyond entertaining. This particular story involves a softball road trip. I played center field and my buddy Beth Lebow played left field. We were 2 peas in a pod. Sometimes if someone would hit a line drive to the outfield we’d giggle our way to the fences. We were really good, don’t get me wrong, we were just silly in the process.  We kept ourselves entertained.

My bud Beth was always up for a challenge or prank. Anytime, anywhere. On this particular day we come up with a game to pass the time.  Coach Williamson, who we called Judy Booty, would always sit at the very front of the bus. Beth and I being jokesters always found ourselves nestled in the back of the yellow dog. The object of the game was to tag Judy Booty’s head by crawling across the tops of all the seats and back before the other.

So someone, whom I presume to be Aimee Petroski or Lyndsey Bond, say GO and Beth and I start flying across the seats. We womp ole Judy Booty across the head and scurry back on the tops of the seats as if we thought we’d be undetected.

I don’t know what we were thinking essentially slapping our coach access the head but man do I have a good laugh talking about it now. It’s no wonder Beth and I were in trouble as much as we were. Didn’t matter how much we got yelled at, we always found humor in the adventure and of course built new road trip games.