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Monthly Archives: November 2015
That Time I Almost Peed on the Rug
There are fourteen two story outhouses in the United States. Fourteen. I’ve seen a few. I’m not going to say that “See All 14 Two Story Outhouses” is on my bucket list, but I’m also not prone to missing an … Continue reading
Kidnapped a Friend
I have kidnapped a friend. I think that I’d be great at improv, because when I commit, I COMMIT. My great friend just hit U.S. soil after a long deployment somewhere unsavory (or very savory–depends on your point of view, … Continue reading
Posted in confessions of the Weird and Unashamed, Just Being Me, Travel, Weird America
Tagged A Christmas Story House, Angel Was Here Monument, Betty Beaver Gas Station, I90 Road Trip, Jell-o Museum, New York Road Trip, Niagara Falls, Road Trip, Road Trip USA, To Do on I90 New York, Travel, Two Story Outhouse
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Angel Was Here Monument
I’m not Mormon, so my adding the Angel Was Here Monument to my “Road Trip Bucket List” seemed like a strange choice to some. I entertained a lot of ‘Whys’ and requests for explanation so here’s how it breaks down: … Continue reading
Posted in Just Being Me, Travel, Uncategorized, Weird America
Tagged Angel Was Here, Cross Country Drive, Moroni, Palmyra, Travel
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Ridiculous. Squared.
I’m prone to exaggerate. It’s fine, I’ve come to terms with it. But I’m also kind of a magnet for the ridiculous. Which I’ve come to embrace. The trouble happens when something truly DELICIOUSLY ridiculous happens to me but, because … Continue reading
Dash Away Fall
The leaves have mostly fallen from the trees. The hangers-on are starting to look a little forlorn–like desperate girls still at the bar for last call, vibrating with an embarrassing hope that it is hard to look at. In deference … Continue reading