That true American spirit
So, I really was just going to have that earlier post be the only thing I post for a real long time, but then I read 
cesontmesmots latest entry and I was a little inspired.
Many of you are probably wondering just what the hell I did on my weekend trip to Clinton, SC. Your curiosity was probably peeked by the fact that I've failed to mention any misadventures or otherwise. Well let me tell you what Lynz and I did in C-town: Lit FIREWORKS!!!!
Now to some of you Northerners (or "sneaky yankees" as I think I'm going to call you from now on... lol) may not really understand why this is anything worth mentioning. I mean, after all, don't all Southerners sit around on summer days and attach bottle rockets to the tails of their cows (or more likely dogs)??
Well, kiddies, I got a surprise for you: In the good ole state of Georgia, fireworks have been illegal since before we joined the Confederacy!! Ok, I don't know that for a fact, but you get the picture... Anyway, lynz and I being the good, law abidding Georgia residents that we are, had never had the priveledge of buying and lighting fireworks. (probably because everyone thinks that, as Georgians, we probably would actually tie them to a cow tail just to see how fast Betsy can run!)
So last Sunday night, Lynz, Em, Mary Elise (Em's little sis) and I all went out into Em's creepy backyard at like... Oh, I'd say 11pm (which doesn't seem that late to you, but in Clinton time, that's like 3 in the morning!!!)... and lit obnoxiously loud and.. OBNOXIOUS fireworks!!!! :-D
And yes, Kim, we did in fact use the light and run method! ::sigh:: There's nothing like that rush of adrinoline (is that how you spell thar???) that slams through your blood stream when you notice the bottle rockets you just watched shoot into the sky are actually changing directions and heading for that random pile of dry wood on ground right next to the house!
Ok, that last part never happened, but you get the picture!! :-)
cesontmesmots latest entry and I was a little inspired.
Many of you are probably wondering just what the hell I did on my weekend trip to Clinton, SC. Your curiosity was probably peeked by the fact that I've failed to mention any misadventures or otherwise. Well let me tell you what Lynz and I did in C-town: Lit FIREWORKS!!!!
Now to some of you Northerners (or "sneaky yankees" as I think I'm going to call you from now on... lol) may not really understand why this is anything worth mentioning. I mean, after all, don't all Southerners sit around on summer days and attach bottle rockets to the tails of their cows (or more likely dogs)??
Well, kiddies, I got a surprise for you: In the good ole state of Georgia, fireworks have been illegal since before we joined the Confederacy!! Ok, I don't know that for a fact, but you get the picture... Anyway, lynz and I being the good, law abidding Georgia residents that we are, had never had the priveledge of buying and lighting fireworks. (probably because everyone thinks that, as Georgians, we probably would actually tie them to a cow tail just to see how fast Betsy can run!)
So last Sunday night, Lynz, Em, Mary Elise (Em's little sis) and I all went out into Em's creepy backyard at like... Oh, I'd say 11pm (which doesn't seem that late to you, but in Clinton time, that's like 3 in the morning!!!)... and lit obnoxiously loud and.. OBNOXIOUS fireworks!!!! :-D
And yes, Kim, we did in fact use the light and run method! ::sigh:: There's nothing like that rush of adrinoline (is that how you spell thar???) that slams through your blood stream when you notice the bottle rockets you just watched shoot into the sky are actually changing directions and heading for that random pile of dry wood on ground right next to the house!
Ok, that last part never happened, but you get the picture!! :-)