These Boots Are Made For Walking

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know they're not really boots. But I love that song. By Nancy Sinatra or Jessica Simpson, I think it's so catchy and sassy, don't you? I made my walk yesterday. After working about 10 hours in my office at home, I knew that I hadn't gotten it in yet. Around 7:30 p.m. Suz called and asked if I had taken my walk yet. Since I knew that it didn't really have to be walking, that it could be moving of any sort, in the back of my mind I thought well, I could just do some other type of activity for 30 minutes or better yet, hadn't I moved for 30 minutes all together throughout the day? But then I realized. . . and she reminded me. . . I was accountable to my faithful friends and family, and I wasn't gonna do anything other than exactly what I said I would. So. . .

I got my booty up out of the chair, gathered these things, put on a jacket and got going. I didn't have too much time left because. . .

This is what the sun was doing by the time I got around to taking my walk. It was going down. Fast. And it was getting chilly. I don't want to wait that late again. It's not safe because of the traffic. I took a good, long walk. Of course, the cows that I love to go and visit were already in their barn for the night. I did get to see, smell and hear lots of other things though. I was shocked by the amount of trash on the side of the road. I have to walk along the main road to get to the country road where the cows live. Why in the world would one throw out a carton of French onion dip? I'm hoping that surely the trash trucks aren't securing their loads and stuff's blowing off. I'm hoping that we humans aren't getting so lazy that we can't wait till we get home to throw away our trash in a can and find that we have to throw it all out on the side of the road. But I also got to see this.

I love this windmill, and I make pictures of it a lot. It almost always has a different look to it. I think it just reminds me of South Georgia.

Taking that walk, I got to smell the unmistakeable smell that simply can't be duplicated of freshly cut grass. Now, that conjures up thousands of memories for everybody, doesn't it. From being a little girl watching your mama or daddy cut the grass to being a mommy watching your hubby ride your sweet baby on the lawn mower. Ummm. I love the smell of cut grass. I chose to listen to my ipod rather than anything else and I had to stop myself from singing out loud. Didn't want to scare anyone that might be out on their front porch or anything.

I'm so glad Suz held me accountable. That time out of the house cleared my head, relaxed me, got my heart rate up, and was inspirational all at the same time. It was a good thing. A very good thing.

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Don't forget tomorrow is baby picture day. I want to see your baby picture! Leave me a comment and let me know it's on your blog. I can't wait to see what beautiful babies you all were.

Finished my book last night. It was good. I'm ready to pick up another. Karla has recommended another one and I'm gonna get it today while I'm out. I'm officially out of my reading funk.

Happy Tuesday!