Hey Man Nice Shot

Before I get started on today's indulgence into the mysteries of my life, I'd like to give a shout out to SUPERWOMAN. Hey! Wassup?! I see you've gotten around to harassing my friends through anonymous insults in their guestbooks. Cool! And you're from Kent, too? Gee, you're ranking pretty high in my book, and I can say the same for Amanda. Maybe one of these days you can go Up The Smoke (London for those of you who refer to it by it's real name) and get a couple more Manics bios at Our Price. Or better yet, there's one I know of for sure in Tonbridge, so check that one out.

Essentially my dear, shut your face and stop harassing my friends. If you've got an issue with me, just come out and say it. And she doesn't look like kd lang.

Well, I'm getting settled into the house in Whitesboro in one piece. It's such a shift to go from life in a town of 30,000 + people to a town of 6,000. But I'm very observant and have a good sense of humor so the whole place seems like a constant source of entertainment for me.

• Sam: Sam is in 8th grade and rides a bike around town. We first met two Fridays ago at the Snow Cone stand where my sister was working. We asked him had he lived there long, and he looked north towards the freeway and said "Well, I suppose I've lived here most of my life." in an accent only one acquainted with Texoma could understand. Reminds me of Bobby on King of the Hill. I saw him this past Saturday night too when I was at the Video Stop. In the back of the Video Stop is a pool hall where the local youngins congregate, I am assuming. He was back there in a newly laundered and ironed (down the middle) oversized white t-shirt, hair slicked back and parted down the middle, and swimming in Brut. Mmmm! He asked my sister and I if "you ladies are gonna stick around for a game of pool." And he checked Angie out. She gets all of the luck. He was also singing along with the lyrics to "Baby Got Back" which was cranking full blast out of the jukebox. His dad picked him up at 9 pm sharp. And I saw him shirtless in a driveway down the street from me yesterday. We might be neighbors!!
  
  
• Mitzi: Mitzi is probably 55 years old, has flaming red hair, tanned, and thick magenta glasses. She works at Daylight Donuts in the morning, David's Grocery Store in the afternoon, and sometimes at the Video SHACK (not Stop). I saw her three times on Saturday. Oh, in the back of Video Shack, there's a tanning salon. Rad, huh? You can send the kids down the street for a riveting game of Billiards while you bake underneath a fake sun lamp for an hour or so. Whoopee! Someone better slow down this train because it's goin' too fast!
  
  
• David's Grocery Store has sticker machines that dispense Backstreet Boys and N Sync stickers. I put in my 50 cents and got a big close-up of the "wacky shoelace in my hair" guy in N Sync. Angie got the Rapist Backstreet Boy, who she said was her favorite anyways. There's no justice for me. I could at least have won the JC sticker. Figures.
  
  
• I think my very favorite part of the town are the Snake Boys. There's a house on Union Street with heart-cut outs in the shutters, bright peach paint, just very quaint. If the blinds or the front door is open, you can see a lit up neon Marlboro sign in the living room flashing. Yes, I know you're thinking just how nice that looks. It gets better though - there are about four guys that live there or hang out there that have spent ALL weekend on the front door step or lawn taking turns holding a HUGE pet snake on their shoulders. They don't talk, they just sit and stare and pass the snake to the next lucky guy. Mom is scared of them. I really want to talk to them and find out their desert island discs.
  
  
• For some reason, there is a large influx of indie movies at the video stores. Gia, Pecker, Pi, every Christina Ricci movie ever (ugh), just about every BBC adaptation known to mankind, and a really cool "Rock" video from the mid 80s featuring Lou Reed and Rodney Dangerfield back-to-back. I've gotta see that.

So life in a small town isn't so bad. The house is still kind of spooky, but I'm learning to deal with it. I hope to see Sam tonight when I get home from work, or at least Snake Boys. Ain't that America, somethin' to see baby?