Covered in foul smelling Oklahoma mud, the girls couldn't stop smilling that is, until they saw pictures of themselves.

The calm before the storm. Little did she know whence she strapped on the herbie helmet that in just a few short hours she would be drenched in Oklahoma's finest farm mud.

Beautiful

To see her is a picture,

To hear her is a tune,

To know her an intemperance

As innocent as June;

By which is to be undone

Is dearer than Redemption.

Which never to receive,

Makes mockery of melody

It might have been to live.

-Emily Dickinson

Seeking understanding and assertion

Without relent I seek enlightenment

I recognize the implausibililty of my foray

Because the confounding complexities evade

even the most determined.

I press on and on and will continue

until my last breath.

Contemporaneoulsy in our quest

we journey as one.

James

I love my wife. I X F