Not In Kansas Anymore

it's good to know that although i have left the dirty south in a fresh coat of dust, i can get my own dose of the country with a short trip to mesa riverview, home to cracker barrel (where huy enjoyed his first real country food -- chicken-fried chicken, collard greens, fried okra and REAL butter!) and the bass pro shop outdoor world... complete with an array of taxidermied animals, shooting range (i'm such a good teacher ... look at huy 's skills) and full blaze-orange-on-camouflage wardrobe (perfect for hiding in racks of camouflage clothing).

in between watching random horror flicks (bordello of blood, anyone?), huy and i are currently brainstorming what we are going to do when i win the $25,000 bass pro shops shopping spree sweepstakes. should we get a speedboat or a pair of camou ATVs?

i made the mistake of sharing my blog with a boy. now he expects me to give him a cute code name and spread the details of his life across the internet. but let's be honest (surprise!): i'd hate for this, the literary masterpiece of my life, to turn into a sleazy dating column. and anyway, boys as a group just aren't that interesting -- although they do become significantly more entertaining under the pressure of interacting with me. and if i found one that was, i wouldn't tell it to the WHOLE INTERNET.

i think anne taintor got it right this time ...