Sentimental Thursday?

This evening I was out at Taya's in Queen Creek helping her out with the kids until Kevin got home. She isn't supposed to lift anything heavy for a few days, so I was there mostly for Lauren and Emersyn. The other kids are pretty self-sufficient and are very good helpers. We had an excellent dinner - Cream Cheese Chicken, (posted on Nana's blog) and watched “Wild Hogs”. Lauren watched her Tinkerbell movie, Kaitlin was on the computer and Daron did his chores and read some this evening. Pretty quiet night, except for Emmy's evening wail (right on time) and Lauren's battle of the wills a couple of times. I love that her hair had a wild day today. I like the “I'm still cute no matter how crazy my hair is” look now and then.

So why is this sentimental to me?

Aside from the fact that I was able to help out a bit, the sentimental part happened on the way home. It's a fair drive home and one can never be certain which roads are the better routes as there is still lots of road construction going on everywhere. Tonight I chose to go west on Queen Creek Road. I crossed over Higley and about halfway to Greenfield (I think there is a Lowe's about there) there is a short bridge of sorts. Well whoever paved this bridge had consumed one too many. Road waves would be a good description. Several dips in a row that really get you bouncing. If you hit it going much over the speed limit, I'm sure you would be airborne. I have crossed it several times now and every time I just start laughing. I was a little puzzled by this reaction, now several times and paused to think about it tonight. My memories were suddenly flooded by the many, many times my Mom, Tracy, Bobby and I drove down the old Rittenhouse Road (I think) on our way out to my Dad's farm in Queen Creek. We would often go out and cook hamburgers for dinner in an old, square fying pan or sometimes fried chicken for lunch. We would play in the barn and mess with the electric hoist, throw rocks in the ditch and other endearing things to my Dad I'm sure. I always thought it was so cool that he had a refrigerator in his office in the barn. On that road we traveled there were many dips. When Mom, or Dad took them a little on the fast side, we got that funny tummy you get when you go too fast in the elevator. I always thought that was the most fun road and would watch to see the Boys Ranch go by. I knew when we passed that landmark (still there under a different name) that the dips were coming. Happy childhood times. Funny, fond memories that make me laugh still when I go over a few dips on a badly paved bridge.