Missing Home....

i guess i should start off by saying... the title to this is a bit missleading.. missing home...
well ....

when you think of home you think of the place you live the place you sleep at night... or some might remeber and miss the "HOMETOWN" Whare some have spent most there live's and then have moved and live somewhare else and they are missing that "home"...

well when i say im missing home i guess what i mean is.. well when i was growing up i really never had a "hometown" at least i didnt live in one place long enough to make "Life long Freinds" i Always had freinds but Never the closeness you would assume to get from Brothers from other mothers or "Life long freinds you shared your school days".....

i just kinda always moved befor i got really close wiht people... so i made it a habit to NOT GET CLOSE to anybody so i wouldent have ot say Goodbye any more wiht tiers in my eyes.. well that plan DIDNT WORK thankfully..

so when im sitting here missing my home.. i guess i would have to say im missing the things and people that makes me happy or the people that surrently do... and that inturn MADE me feel at

"HOME"..... yeah Home..

some of the THING's im missing;

the smell of honey suckles on the light breeze in the afternoon sun....

sitting on a Wood porch swing and lisening to the crickets and frogs make music as the Lightning bugs dance around in the yeard in a tango wiht finding a mate..

and watching the moon glid across the Ever deeping Night Sky... as the stars SEEM SO CLOSE..

Walking down a dirt road kicking rocks and hearing the sound of tractors digging at the ground and the smell of fresh cut Alfalfa.....

jumping into a lake, creek, crik, or water hole.. and feeling the water surround my body as i lay there floating on my back looking up at the Deep Blue sky and lisinging to the water, the birds, squarrels, deer, the random bug floating across the water...

all of us jumping in any vehicals we had and the backs of trucks and takeing the trunk lids off and sitting in the trunks of car to get to the the bridge we would run and swing on a vine or a rope and landing in the local water hole.. or swimming hole..

jumping on our bikes and rideing Anywhare we ended up for HOURS and stopping at McDonalds and bribing some random ladys into tricking the drivethrew guy into letting us pay for food..
stopping at random icecream shops and getting what every the cute girl behind the counter suggested...

lisening to the radio and just driveing For Miles..... just driveing... not knowing whare we were going...

those days we spent sitting on the couch All day planning on what to do that day and ending up just planning what to do...

running and rushing to get THAT ONE hug from that One girl that just gave the PERFECT hugs.. Emily...

raceing barefoot across the feilds

getting chased by PISSED OFF farmers and thier guns because we were doing donuts in thier Feilds or Tipping his Cows.. (that shit hurts. i dont recomend it but i dont regret it either)

climing the water towers just to write the name of the girl you loved at the time.

raceing down the road in the cars we had just pushing it as far as we could... back then 140mph was fast...

Climeing cottonwood trees just to find out if we could out run the hornets...

carveing our names into a tree to show that we loved each other... or to show which family we were in..

walking down the road with a cane pole and a tackle box....

drip drying in the summer breeze after a noon run to the hotspot to swim..

working all week and playing all weekend.. and dressing up for sunday morning..

home cooked meals.. chicken, ham, turkey, beef roast, baked bean, colslaw, homemade mac and cheese, fresh baked rolls, jam hot from just being made, rubarb, pie not to mention cherry blueberry pie, nobake cookies, tater salad, and there was alway thet one person that would bring the Casorol surprize..

the real tans on girls, NOT this fake and bake orange tin....

the souhren acsent....

when girls say darlin and hansom not girls that only say EVERY guy is sexy and hott
the sounds and color of spring and the smell and color of fall in fairbanks...

driveing for miles on a quarter of tank just to get to nowhare..

im Missing my home....

and the People.....

Iv got a few Great freind in this world that i have shared all those with..... and more that i didnt write about

Emily..
the Most amazeing hug giver, the best person to talk to about EVERYTHING.. when she gets quite i dont have to wonder if she feel asleep on the phone, she is the Most careing most passonate person i know... I love her..

Eric..
Always there to give the shirt off his back when im in a tight place, Great to ride with, bike or truck, Amazeing careing guy, Great to talk to, when he has time he makes time for every one he cares for. He is a brother from another Mother.. although iv never said it to him i hope he has known it..

Justin smith..(aka - J )
Always a blast to hang out with whether we are planning the Next great Adventure, or going ice fishing on Christmas.. ill never forget that day.. or mudding at the flatts and geting into girl drama.. Great guy. I miss him .. Love him like a Brother

Austin..
One hardheaded red headed stubburn kid.. BUT I LOVE him... he has got his life on track and left all the Bad influince and started to grow up.. Im So proud Of him... Keep upthe great work...

Sarah and Ben (roomates)
they are amazeing careing people. they have given all and taken nun.. i hope and pray life is great for bot of them being Great parints.. I love them...

Brad and Doug..
Miss them SO much.. Loved and miss the paintball wars the car chases the eletric fences the cow tipping the wild partys the playing b-ball and beatboxing and the free style on the way to work. the cold ass rides in the back of a truck in the rain.. the TOO MENY girls in one truck Damn... the Bomfires and the fun around the neiborsood.. LOVE YOU Like Brothers..

Courtney Giles
WOW what can i say about her.. AMAZEING PERSON amazeing mother of one and an amazeing freind... always there for me always got something new to say to me.. im so proud of her and her determination to finish high school while pregnate then haveing her amazeing son and graduating and then attending Collage.. WOW.. I love ya Keep up the great work sweetie..

Stephanie Dean..
Stunningly Amazeingly lovely and Beautiful, I LOVE YOU STEPH.. we have SOME greta memorys like, picknic table talks in the woods, rideing the freezer, rideing in the back of a van to dannville to watch a movie and then hitting up McDonlds.. the love letters Every passing peroid, the hugs that never ended, the lake.... and the kiss's that the bus stop that seemed to melt the world away.. and i mis you so much... and I LOVE YOU.. we have to meny memorys to build even now

Tabitha Scott..
Amazeing person, Most amazeing with kids, going to be a great mother to some Very lucky Kids someday.. has a great future if she wants to take ahold of it, we have some really crazy memorys. NOT kissing in the rain, blankets and Cramers feild, midnight rides, bikes, sleds, tubes, rock climeing in AZ, trying to NOT get killed or pickpocketed in Mexico AGAIN.. really long layovers in Seatle, running around with no plan in airports, sleeping on benches or meditation rooms, bean bag fights, tocobell, walmart hide and seek, Bom fires and mudding, fair grounds, mini bikes, drives from Achorage, to and from Palmer, 4 wheelers and sand, drawings and movies and radom reson flowers Valintines from Mothers, staying up way to late and Really LONG talks on the phone.. the I miss you's and i love you's once said.....
i can count how meny poeple i have said I LOVE YOU TO. and these are those few lucky people.. i ment it with every sence of man i am, i never said it without meaning it, and will always say it. to those that have earned that gift...

I miss My HOME.......

But most of all i miss the way i felt when i met those specail poeple that made me feel at home