Welcome. How the heck are ya?
Due to the outrage after the death of my Facebook account, I have started a blog. People have demanded it (well, two), and the yogi guru claims my major chakra is yearning for expression and I am therefore denying my true cosmic power by not writing. Alas, I have entered the world of "blogging".
This isn't intended to be a diary, or have a specific theme. Just to chronicle a new adventure of mine and share it with those who have an interest. Many fun activities are already planned, so this could actually be semi-entertaining. Considering it is me, in a corn field, with a camera and unending sense for adventure...
To say the past few weeks have been hectic would be a gross understatement. The amount of sweat and tears exuded could fill a swimming pool. In happy news: this small, working class town in middle America is pretty darn nifty. The corn job isn't so bad either. My overly dramatic rants about how my life was ending is as big an exaggeration as the swimming pool.
Let me bring you up to speed:
1. The drive. The *&%^ drive.
Half way through Kansas one begins to believe Dorothy and the evil Witch are conjuring up some wild experiment involving tornadoes and corn. Point: I was alone, with my own thoughts for WAY too long. However, I learned some super sweet things. For one, Jesus is real. Also, the world's largest prairie dog resides in a town next to Bob Dole's hometown. Who knew?
This time I was not driving by that arch without stopping. FYI - it is big, and the museum underneath is not to be missed.
The Lou also has some amazing BBQ. What would a road trip be without finding the best hole-in-the-wall BBQ joint down some sketch alley in a gritty part of St. Louis? NOTHING I TELL YOU.
Finally arrived at my destination and the next few days are a blur. Here is a charming picture to prove its not as bad as I made it out to be.
Also, apparently this area is full of German decedents. Who, what, where, why? All questions to be answered in the future.
In the coming weeks, look for posts about all my adventures. I have a list. Including, but not limited to: a visit to Trader's World, culinary visits to Detroit for Coney Dogs and Cleveland for borsch, learning to ride a horse, and "check out boys at Miami" (Thanks Mom).
As I slowly fall asleep while typing, balancing my checkbook, getting coffee ready for the morning and watching the 9 o'clock news...I have never felt so old. or content.
bissous
