Christmas notes
Pouring rain intermixed with drizzle the entire trip from Cincinnatiland to Webster County, WV.
It's okay to have a minor tearful breakdown while driving through Eastern Kentucky and hearing "Country Roads" on the radio. I still hate the way everyone wants to sing it when they hear I'm form West Virginia, but it was a nice moment of sentimentality just this once.
I was actually able to get NPR all the way until Clay County, at which point I had to switch to the standard really bad Christmas music.
Homemade butterscotch pie is evidence of a divine power.
My parents have a little tiny four-pound kitty (fully-grown). She's a little cross-eyed, cute as a pin, and I think 95% of her body weight is claw.
They also have a gray kitty who is much nicer, and purrs so loud you can hear her in the next room.
My little brother is getting married again, to someone who reminds me so much of my cousin it's frightening.
Webster County is hurting. The last coal mine shut down a few years back, and the housing crash has shut down all but a handful of sawmills. They will all be closing soon too. The Board of Education remains the county's largest employer.
The headline of the Webster Republican (the local newsrag) reads "Live Nativity Gives Viewers A Taste Of Bethleham." Mmm... Ham...
Thank goodness my parents have high-speed wireless internet now. Annodamevoli is now exalted with Sporeggar and has a leetle teeny sporebat pet.
A note to the pop stations in southern WV: enough with the Fergie already! There are other singers, and most of them are actually better.
Drizzle interspersed with pouring rain the entire drive back.
Every car should be equipped with missiles to detect and destroy silver-haired Floridian douchebags who pass and then cut in front of you in the rain, throwing up enough spray to knock your visibility to zero, and proceed to cut across two lanes to get to a rest area.
Steve and Barry's Going-Out-Of-Business-Clearance? Yes, please!
It's okay to have a minor tearful breakdown while driving through Eastern Kentucky and hearing "Country Roads" on the radio. I still hate the way everyone wants to sing it when they hear I'm form West Virginia, but it was a nice moment of sentimentality just this once.
I was actually able to get NPR all the way until Clay County, at which point I had to switch to the standard really bad Christmas music.
Homemade butterscotch pie is evidence of a divine power.
My parents have a little tiny four-pound kitty (fully-grown). She's a little cross-eyed, cute as a pin, and I think 95% of her body weight is claw.
They also have a gray kitty who is much nicer, and purrs so loud you can hear her in the next room.
My little brother is getting married again, to someone who reminds me so much of my cousin it's frightening.
Webster County is hurting. The last coal mine shut down a few years back, and the housing crash has shut down all but a handful of sawmills. They will all be closing soon too. The Board of Education remains the county's largest employer.
The headline of the Webster Republican (the local newsrag) reads "Live Nativity Gives Viewers A Taste Of Bethleham." Mmm... Ham...
Thank goodness my parents have high-speed wireless internet now. Annodamevoli is now exalted with Sporeggar and has a leetle teeny sporebat pet.
A note to the pop stations in southern WV: enough with the Fergie already! There are other singers, and most of them are actually better.
Drizzle interspersed with pouring rain the entire drive back.
Every car should be equipped with missiles to detect and destroy silver-haired Floridian douchebags who pass and then cut in front of you in the rain, throwing up enough spray to knock your visibility to zero, and proceed to cut across two lanes to get to a rest area.
Steve and Barry's Going-Out-Of-Business-Clearance? Yes, please!