There’s the rumble of the tires on the asphalt road, the wind blowing across the car with deafening sound and sweaty hair stuck to faces, as kids in the back seat ask, “When are we going to get there?”
There’s a stop for gas and a Polaroid camera, the station with a general store attached to it has salt water taffy and I am happy; all the flavors are my favorites! The man came out and began to fill my dad’s car up with gas and he washed the bugs off the windshield too! He and my dad chatted as the man pointed here and there as they were both looking at the atlas.
My mom sprayed her hair with hairspray and went back to reading her romance paperback. I don’t know why she keeps doing that we’re all choking back here! Also my mother thinks we can’t read too, it’s a book about kissing I am sure of it!
My brothers argue and wrestle, but me, I just peered out into the sky above me. I’m watching the clouds; they somehow look different out here. I suppose being out in the middle of nowhere means there just might be a little more sky!
I see there is way more room to play, but it doesn’t look like there are any kids around, just miles of corn and behind that miles more of corn! By the time my dad has gotten back into the car, I have already spotted an entire zoo worth of animals in those clouds, and I can even swear I see my grandmother’s face there too!
Time to go back onto the humming road now and count the thwamps and rumbles on the different pavements and undoubtedly I will fall fast asleep and miss the Native Americans on the plains that I think I might see. I will also miss the license plate game my mom will play or 50 guesses question game, but who cares I’ll have my dreams of being a prairie girl like in my story books.
I’ll dream of what could be in the next town and the town after that! And from this day on I will always have a sense of wonder, of what that next town will bring, more flavors of taffy pulled; I hope, or maybe just maybe, how many more miles of unfound zoo animals or grandmothers faces will be in the sky above me.
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As many of you have followed my site for a long time, you may have seen my true disdain for Mr. Drew Peterson. I have a small update I’d like to report.
It goes as follows:
The Third District Appellate Court has upheld the guilty verdict and 38 year prison sentence placed on Drew Peterson. He was found guilty of drowning his estranged wife, 40 year old Kathleen Savio in March of 2004.
Also Peterson still faces charges of solicitation of murder for hire and solicitation of murder.
The complaint is that, Peterson, behind bars, secured an unnamed person to find another person to kill Will County State’s Attorney James Glascow.
To the circus clown that thought he was the teflon don~ how are you liking the view?
Just my thoughts, Just my opinions and always in a ConversationalTone.
So much to bitch about and there’s so little time!
The holiday’s are coming, so I’m sure my ire will be elevated, and I’ll be willing to bet that yours will be too! After all, it’s time to hit the stores to buy food,(and booze) and presents and more food and way more (booze) (notice how I’m trying to whisper in parenthesis?) Anyway, a certain amount of the bah hum bugs happens because there are people out and about that barely ever come out of their houses to do much of anything, let alone to shop for kids presents or food for a family gathering. That means the couch potato has left its nest, and that could be an ugly thing.
So once you step over the door threshold and step into a midnight sale or a holiday deep discount two for one thingy, remember shopping basket road rage is a definite thing! And if you can get a jolly at all~ remember there’s actually people out with their morning jammies and slippers on! This is great for a laugh or ten, or perhaps an istagram post or two. Have fun shopping and hanging out, but mostly remember the looks on their faces knowing you tirelessly shopped, picked out and tailored a gift for them!!
Haha to be continued….
Just my thoughts, just my opinions, and always in a Conversationaltone.
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