I got caught up in the joy that is writing.
What's sad is that it's unusual at this point in my life. I don't really have time for it, so when I do - like tonight - it's pretty much all I can focus on. Anyway, I looked at my clock and went, crap. It's almost midnight. I should probably post something.
I'm working more on the Jake and Lindsay piece mentioned here: My Life in Closed Captions: This is a week of my favorite things Day Five: Hob...
And working in some of the quirks of small towns. I happen to come from one. 2500 population. If we're lucky. But we do have some badass church softball teams who keep things exciting. (I probably shouldn't use those words back to back, that looks bad.) That's really the only time I make it back there for, other than random family shenanigans. But driving through town every time I'm there brings it all back.
-The Dairy Queen knockoff that shuts down every winter and gets a new owner every summer.
-The two main gas stations in town right across the street from each other in a war over who can have the cheapest gas prices, knowing that the crazy out-of-towners - who scarcely drive through now that the highway got bypassed - think the nearest gas station after that is 8 miles out. (there's another one in town that no one knows exists. except my mom.) Doesn't really matter to me as I have a gas card. Which is probably one of the many reasons why my parents are glad I moved out of town. Joking, I love you. Don't take my gas card away.
-The tire and auto-repair shop oh-so-professionally called "Ralph's". They can fix anything. And they pretty much had to with my old car.
-The lone hotel in town which, similar to the Dairy Queen knockoff, is under new ownership and changes its name almost every year. (Though it will forever be known as the "Goldenrod") AND! if you happen to stay there - I believe it now goes by "Geneva Inn" - and you see a sign claiming they will file legal action against you if you clean poultry in the bathroom (actually it will probably just say "please refrain from cleaning chickens in the sink" but i like my version better) blame my sister. That was all her.
Not the cleaning of the chickens in the sink.
The cleaning up of the cleaning of the chickens in the sink. Apparently it wasn't all that pleasant. Who knew?
AND! for the love of all things library, PLEASE take a picture of the sign and upload it on here. I'm tempted to go stay there just to see if it still exists.
-The joy that is driving 20 miles to get to the nearest superstore. That's hidden behind the chinese place. No, not that chinese place, across the street from that chinese place. Yes, there are two chinese places battling in front of a Walmart. I support the original. Though my dad kept its competition open for like a year.
-The actual joy of moving to a big city and realizing that Pizza Hut's actually do deliver - it's not just in the movies! And AND!! things are open past 8PM. NO WAY!?
There are many more joys of living in Small Town Nebraska, especially that one in particular that have gone unmentioned. I'm sure I'll think of more along the way and post them when I remember to. If you can think of any more send them my way. I'm all for the anecdotes in stories. They make it more entertaining.
Alright, I'm out to write some more before I crash and burn. I don't start until afternoon tomorrow. Afternoon! I might actually get to sleep in? I don't know if I'll be able to pull it off. Maybe I'll do what I did Monday, turn on SVU and lay on my couch.
Back to the Midwest Theme, working my way down the US. Yesterday it was Nebraska and Kansas, today you get Oklahoma and Texas. Will have to hop up after these ones.
"Oklahoma" big surprise there
cry everytime i watch this movie. "did he just really ma'am her in a proposal?!" i remember when they did it in high school. i was still shy enough at that point that i didn't try out for anything drama-related. i stepped up sophomore year.
"Texas Was You"
literally the only song of his i can stand. sorry sketch.
OUT!
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