30 Day Challenge: Day Osem

Day Osem:  A Place You've Traveled To

I haven't been so lucky to have traveled outside of the good ol' U.S. of A... yet.  So today I'm going to treat you with the story of my trip to outer space.  Are you excited to see how the aliens live?  I bet you arrrrrrrrrrre!

As I mentioned here, I recently went on a day-cation to the mystical land of Hernando, MS.  I say it's mystical because I understand very little about this place.  For instance, why would you want to live in a town that doesn't have substantial shopping, or at least a Target?  {I'm sure you're thinking this is quite shallow but, my loves, I'm merely saving the economy one dress at a time.  You're welcome, America.}  I understand the allure of small town life.  Iuka, MS holds a very special place in my heart.  But, much like babies, I can only take it in moderation.  Moving on...

Hernando is about 45 minutes away.  Not too far considering it is, indeed, a whole different planet.  {Eat your heart out, NASA.}  With Gracie at the wheel, we were on our way for a beautiful - yet seasonably warm - fall day.  Forty - five minutes, several questionable turns and a lot of laughter later, we finally arrived at Cedar Hill Farms.  We pulled up onto a two lane gravel road and hit a little traffic jam.  Because SOMEBODY hit a tree.  Seriously.  After being directed by a chubby little ginger boy scout who was not having a good time, we made our way up to our destination.  I'll let the pictures do most of the talking from here on out...

Welcome to outer space.

In outer space, they grow gourds.

In outer space, they grow LOTS of gourds.

In outer space, they also grow corn.

In outer space, pumpkins smile.

In outer space, Grace thinks she is taller than she actually is.

In outer space, Terror is relative.

In outer space, I'm an OWL.

In outer space, Grace is a rabbit

In outer space, the restroom situation is questionable.

In outer space, they have alien ponies.

They have the fuzz in outer space.

In outer space, women can't drive and hit trees.

Goodbye far away land!

I'm adding a little tune for your listening pleasure this evening.  It seemed quite fitting.

I shot a man in Reno.

I'm kind of on edge this today... er... this week.  No?  This month?  Ok fine.  I have a short fuse.  I'd like to think I'm usually more calm, cool and collected.  Can we blame this on PMS?  Because that's what I'm going with... who cares if I've been using this excuse for the past decade?  I would suggest against challenging me on this.  Know who the real victims here are?  Boys.  Any boys.  All boys.  Before the clog wearing feminists ignite their sensible bras on fire with the same flame that set ablaze the nag champa, let me explain:  Sure they don't have to go through childbirth, they get paid more, blah, blah, blah.  But we are looking past something that must really suck: they have balls. (Or ball as the case may be... which may be more awkward than having two.  Who knows?)  I'd much rather have a baby then have balls.  PLUS when they have their panties in a wad for no apparent reason they can't blame it on PMS.  Even though I am relatively sure that several of the men I know actually do have periods.  And if they don't?  Well then they are just dick heads. And they have balls.  So they automatically lose.  


Speaking of men:  do you know what I find to be an offense punishable by at least one flick to your cash and prizes?  When people use the term "my man," or "my girl/woman," you get it...  I find this particularly irksome when someone you know well enough to recognize the significant other's real name.  We get it.  You are in a relationship.  Unless you are a 13 year still hanging out with your mom and dad on the weekend... or 43 years old still hanging out with your mom and dad on the weekend, there is no reason to use pet names, nick names, etc.  Real names people.  Thanks.


Did you know that it is a mere 22 days until UT football starts?  Do you know what else that means?  It's almost fall... here's a little taste of what I am most looking forward to about fall:

• First and foremost:

Football time in TENNESSEE!!!!!

• Red wine
• Hoodies
• Onesies
• Sitting on the front porch and not having a heat stroke
• Cooper Young Fest / House warming partaaaaaay
• Knee high boots
• Closed toe shoes
• Thanksgiving
• Of course it's not Thanksgiving without Super T

What are YOU looking forward to?


Until tomorrow, my loves.  Here is Johnny Cash.  That's it.


smooches.