Okay….it’s Friday. Weekend is upon us! Tomorrow we’re headed to a morning movie.
‘’Flight’ is on the agenda. We’ll drop off the recycling and hit the theatre.
It’s popcorn for breakfast tomorrow. Oh yeah! I love popcorn.
Back in the dinosaur days, when I was young, we engaged in movie marathons. How many movies can you pack into a weekend? Hey, we didn’t have DVR’s back then. We actually had to leave the house.
Movies were an outlet for generating ideas and learning acting techniques for us lowly theatre majors. Theatre tours and movies made all those dreams seem possible.
Ah, the joy of youth. We are immortal when we are young. All things are possible. The future is limitless.
Eeewwwwwuuuuuueweuuu! Waxing nostalgic is not pretty. Time to move on.
Just a note about this week’s second project; its super easy and I’ll do my best to post it tomorrow. I got side-tracked today and didn’t get the pics done.
And now I’m sooooo sleepy. Too many carbs for dinner!
Late this afternoon, I set out on a mission to exchange the sewing machine pressure foot. I’m driving down the interstate toward the small metropolis of Benton. I want to keep driving. The traffic is heavy, but the road beckons. How far could I go on the money in my pocket….probably get to Texas? Maybe even get to Dallas.
I hate Texas. Bush’s election as governor there led me to question the sanity of Texans long ago. They perpetrated that monster on the rest of us just by giving it a start. Then Jeb helped him steal Florida.
I’m a bitter woman. That’s eight years I’d really like to wipe from history, especially the evil Cheney. Bet there’s a 666 somewhere on that man. I felt like that was a shotgun wedding with no divorce court in sight, imprisoned by someone else’s vow. I shudder.
Back to our discussion of Texas, it’s flat. It’s just ain’t pretty. Once you leave Arkansas it stays ugly till you get to the Gulf. It’s flat, trees are all less than 10 feet tall, and it’s dusty. And did I say, flat?
I know the western part is probably much better, but so far I haven’t made it there. Considering the Bush issue, I may not. Really bad taste
I do love travelling through Tennessee on I-40 headed to the Atlantic. The Smoky Mountains are gorgeous. North Carolina is a pretty sight as well. The mountains there were a joy to behold.
Mississippi’s azaleas make a spring trip amazing. And roadside stands with boiled peanuts are everywhere.
Alabama, is well, Alabama. Georgia really does have red clay. And that concludes our tour today.
Tomorrow we’ll go to South Carolina, Florida, Oklahoma, Missouri, and Kansas.
Then we’ll head to Canada.
Guess I was just in the mood for travel this afternoon. We gave up our annual Thanksgiving vacation this year when I was relieved of employment at the first of September. We were headed into the Smokies to meet friends for a long weekend of food, fun, and catching up. I was really sad to let that go.
In lieu of the Smoky Mountains, Falon and I are mapping our plans for Black Friday shopping. I’m such a pushover. I said yes when she asked me to go. I insisted on being bribed with breakfast. Once we complete our surgical shopping, it’ll be an IHOP kind of day. Her treat. I will need copious amounts of coffee, eggs and bacon. Then a long nap.
Thank goodness there will be leftovers for Friday night.