Giddy-Up

(Read to the beat of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song.)

Now this is a story all about how

My life started way outside  town

And I’d like to take a minute just sit right there

And tell you how I became the queen of a street named Bellaire.

In East Texas born and raised 

On the pasture where I spent most of my days.

Chilling out, galloping, relaxing all cool And all shooting some pigeons outside of the school

When a couple of horses, they were up to no good 

Started making trouble in my neighborhood 

I rode one little horse and my grandma got scared She said "you're moving with your mom to a house near Bellaire."

I whistled for a cow and when it came near its brand said "Fresh" and it had a dice on the horns

If anything I could say that this cow was rare But I thought nah forget it, “Yo homes to Bellaire!” 

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight 

And I yelled to the cow "Yo, homie smell you later"

Looked at my home I was finally there to sit on my couch as the queen of Bellaire.

Down Home in the Country is where I like to spend my days :)

This weekend for my great-grandfather's 89th birthday. Most of my family and I headed down to our family ranch to celebrate. Surrounded by cows, horses, and family is exactly how Papa wanted to spend his day. I also had fun, but the added benefit of a few Zyrtec or Claritin could have helped.

Happy Birthday Papa!