South
Bushland to Clintonville
First of all, I want to start this off by saying thanks so much to those of you that read my blog. I installed this little counter at the bottom of the page to see how many hits I get, and I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the growing number. Well, we started our morning a little late today, completely thrown off by the time change. Hit up the complimentary breakfast at our hotel, and lo and behold – Texas-shaped waffles! (As shown here – but I can’t take credit for the picture.) We hopped in the car slash monster vehicle, and headed East. Oklahoma is boring. I wouldn’t recommend ever going there. Arkansas was a little prettier, but we passed through some “interesting” smells. For a while, it reeked of garbage, then it was manure, and finally – mothballs. I would never expect a city to smell like Mothballs, but the area of North Little Rock near the Cracker Barrel at which we dined this evening proudly reeked like a new plastic shoe from San Francisco Chinatown. The drive today, though boring, allowed us to watch another eight episodes of Sex and the City. Now we’re all tucked in comfortably at the Hampton Inn, and tomorrow it’s on through Arkansas and Tennessee. We haven’t yet decided how far we’re gonna go, but I think we might press on to Virginia to make Saturday’s drive a little easier. Sorry if this blog is a litte boring – I admit that I’m not very inspired to be witty when I’m more concerned with leaping cicadas. More tomorrow! Countdown to NYC: 3 days!
Aliens in New Mexico?
How frustrating is it to lose two hours? Quite. It’s only 8:53 pm in my mind, but almost 11 pm in actuality. Today we drove through Arizona, New Mexico, and good ol’ Texas. I almost threw up when we saw the sign that read “Texas: Home of President George W. Bush.” Not too long after this signage, we passed through the community (Texas-speak for cattle ranch) of “Bushland.”
Houston, we have a problem.
Well, if you would like to turn your attention away from the right and towards the left, you can see a picture of yours truly in front of the Petrified Forest of Arizona. Nothing too exciting from the outskirts of Highway 40, but they did have a workable rest stop and a friendly gas station attendant. Aside from our adventures into petrified wood (and my attempts at petrified body positions), my mom and I also watched the complete fifth season of Sex and the City. I must add however, that this season was comprised of only eight episodes – because of Sarah Jessica Parker’s pregnancy. It really seems like Amazon.com cheats you when eight episodes of your favorite TV show costs the same as fourteen episodes.
Speaking of three letter names, I’ve been considering to go by Ashley Anne Harrell instead of boring old Ashley Harrell. Your thoughts? I will ponder this as we drive through Oklahoma and Arkansas – watching Season Six, Parts One and Two.