Newscoma

The domain has to be transferred so that will happen a bit later.

As I have told you guys repeatedly, my tech skills suck big wads of carpet.

Now, I have to tell you the story of my trip to Nashville. I went up, we worked on the new blog (or I watched rather very intrigued by it all) and after a bit of visiting for a few minutes, we headed back to Hoots.

The Pilot station at Exit 143 hates me. Last year, you might remember my Elvis Impersonators wreck at this infamous truck stop. I think I’m jinxed at this place.

And, Sunday night, there was proof of this. PROOF.

I’ve seen a lot of I-40 lately, and as human being are wont to do, I needed to use, as my mother would call it, the little girls’ room. Every other place was closed so we hauled into the dreaded Pilot due to the only other option being the Adult Book Store at Bucksnort, which to give it credit, was packed with truckers.

So I go hauling in to do my bidness, which I did, and went to the sink to wash my hands.

Then the horror happened.

A young mother comes hauling at lightening speed into the bathroom with a young boy. The water is going into the sink and my hands are all soaped up. Apparently the little boy wasn’t feeling well because he barfed right into the basin which of course, splashed on me. Now, I’m a support system with vomit. You puke, I puke.

I didn’t but it was all over me. The mother was apologizing and grabbing towels for me and her son who was still a bit green.

I cleaned up as best I could and finally got back to the car where Squirrel Queen asked “Are you sick?”

I told her the story. No, I wasn’t sick but apparently Junior was.

And the shirt came OFF.

So if you saw a chubby woman in a red bra riding down I-40 Sunday night. Umm, that would have been me.

Actually, it was kind of free-spirited and refreshing.

Just saying.

Grandefille doesn’t talk about politics much at her blog much, but when she does, I’d recommend you listen.

But for the love of your country and your children, don’t flounce off in a huff and vote for the opposition just for spite.

ETA: Well, this is a bit more reassuring to me. As I think I’ve mentioned elsewhere, I’ve long been of the opinion, as this campaign has draaaaagged on, that whichever one is in the Oval Office and whichever one is in the Old Executive Office Building isn’t going to matter a whit; they’re both going to have their hands full fixing this horrorshow.

I am so utterly and completely jealous of Hollywood Ron right at this moment I could just roll over and lie in my own waste.

Bears.

Yeah, they ate a drunk guy who apparently got in the cage with them.

Mr. Drunk Man, I’m sorry you were eaten, but did occur to you that they were BEARS! Bears with names, but bears nonetheless.

Man, the stupid burns sometimes to a nuclear heat intensity.

What in the hell …

Huh? 

Things I learned in Nashville.

Do not eat at the Gerst House at 10 at night (Advice given from Hutchmo. Woefully, it is so true as my appearance at the Mothership would explain.)

Big Hair brings you closer to God. (Advice given after my complaint about my hair growing into something that is akin to Cousin It over the past few months. This came from the fab Ginger.)

Huckleberry Hound is much better than watching hours of The Suite Life of Zach and Cody. (Joint observations from Sista and Sarcastro.)

Kerry Woo’s kindness at showing me his camera was so wonderfully awesome that it inspired me to rejoin the 365 project. (Thanks Wonderdawg.)

There are no words or thought processes that Ivy is afraid to say. (Also, she has a new gig in blogtopia.)

The Blackstone and Blogger Chicks go together quite well. (Meeting a good reporter was cool as, all of you campers well know, sometimes I refer myself to a Hack. Groovy Meeting of the Girl’s Club.)

Kudos to two of the nicest people from Nashville who bought me breakfast and allowed me to be myself. (Thanks Desdemona and Slartibartfast.)

Crack and Cheese is really what it’s all “cracked” up to be. (Yeah, bad pun and I’m a damned nerd.)

That Kathy T. and I are so very comfortable with each other that I wonder if she is my long-lost sister. (And I mean that.)

That Smiley and I’s new favorite saying is “pounding sand.” And that Ms. RUAbelle is one of the finest people I know. (Hope you had fun in the keys, kids.)

And there are some people that make you want to be a better writer and express yourself more openly and that they came to hang out meant a lot. (Thanks B.)

Badger is really funny and it was determined that she sounds like this guy (May he rest in peace. And thanks guys, she had a great time.)

That Finn and Scout make me happy because they just do.

Now going to mourn the temporary coma of my beloved laptop.