Yesterday my mom, Edie and I took a road trip to the big town to pick up my books. It was so exciting to meet up with the woman who has been helping me through the project, to see her big smile walk into McDonalds where I was winning Mother of the Year and feeding my child chicken nuggets for a 4:00 lunch, and page through all those months of hard work, and years of stories and photos.
I can’t wait to get them in the mail to you all and see you in the next few weeks on my book tour. Next week I’ll be heading to Fargo and Grand Forks and leaving Edie at home to handling calving with her dad, but the fact that we’ll be back to the big town in a few days didn’t stop the three of us ranch girls from performing our favorite big town ritual.
A trip to Target.
If we don’t do anything else, we at least have to see what they have there that we didn’t know we needed but desperately needed. Like a third pair of brown strappy sandals, a beach bag for the one time a year we go to the lake, a pack of pretty stationary, a bottle of red nail polish we can add to our collection of red nail polish or, in Edie’s case, this pineapple hat that’s a size or two too small…
Turns out the Target syndrome must be something that’s passed on down through the generations.
It runs strong in the Veeder women blood.
I mean, she’s like five months into walking and already she’d prefer her own cart, thankyouverymuch.
There’s just so much she needs.
So many pretty and delicious things…
Sorry about the banana, Target. (don’t worry, we paid for it)
It couldn’t be stopped.
The same way we weren’t leaving the store without the pineapple hat.
See you out there everyone.
Or at least, I’l maybe see ya in Target.
For more information on the tour, or to order a signed copy of the book, visit www.jessieveedermusic.com
Peace, Love and Happy Happy Easter,
Jessie, Chad and Edie