It's dump time!

I've spent the day in the quaint little town of Weston, Missouri. My job just takes me to the coolest places I am so spoiled! I've heard it's good luck to purchase lottery tickets when you're out of town so naturally I picked up a few at the gas station on the way in. Although DeLores, the gas station attendant, informed me I wouldn't be winning because she is going to win. She was a real sweetheart, in the end we agreed that if either of us win we'd have to split it with each other. I'd like to see the breakdown for which states buy the most lotto tickets. I have a feeling the Midwest would totally dominate. When I purchased a ticket in Scottsdale (only because it's good luck to buy out of town) the attendant kinda laughed at me I thought, like she didn't think I was serious. It was kind of rude, but I'm assuming people must not buy lotto tickets too frequently in Paradise Valley. Their loss.

Speaking of Arizona, which I am completely over by the way, I'm definitely back to loving life in Peker. But anyway, back in AZ I remember someone asking about the photo I have up on this site. Yes, the Saltines were a snack I was munching on, but they were also a snack I was bringing out to feed Freddy and Sally. Freddy and Sally being the pet squirrels I often fed as a little girl. And you know what, I never realized this was just a little bit weird until I heard myself saying it out loud to one of Tye's Arizona guests. Pet squirrels named Freddy and Sally...What is more back woods than this? Why did my dad tame squirrels and then encourage Jordan and I to feed them Oreos and crackers I wonder. The more I think about some of my childhood memories the more clear it becomes to me why I live in Topeker. Another for instance being the delight I used to take in going to the dump with my dad and brother. I'm talking about the Northeast, Nebraska land fill. I loved it. Every once in a while my dad would bag all of the sticks, leaves, excess grass, ext and take it out to the dump and if Jordan and I were lucky we got the pleasure to go along. When I think about this I picture my dad in overalls calling out,

"Alright kiddies... its dump time!!!"

And then Jordan and I come running out from inside the house (both in overalls) screaming yee haw and woo dogs and jump into the bed of the pickup.

Granted my dad never wore overalls or drove a pickup. Jordan loved his overalls though, the red ones in the picture are probably his old ones. But this is always how I picture it. So now every time I drive by a land fill, like I did today en route to Weston, I've got a little soft spot for them. Many a fond memories spent at the dump. I worry that kids today won't have the luxury of being able to play at dumps. People are just so over sensitive, they'd probably be afraid of silly hygiene issues. But I know I went straight for the pile of broken glass and needles and I turned out okay. And this was back in the late 80s, early 90s when Aids was at its peak. Even in Norfolk. Many people don't realize Norfolk was in the top ten communities for Aids breakouts. I mean this hasn't ever been proved per say, but I remember a lot of creepy skinny kids in kindergarten who I'm pretty sure had the hiv. Let's just say they were on my DTL in kindygrade, that's my DONT TOUCH LIST, and DONT TOUCH MY TOYS LIST. But anyway, that's the history behind the picture. I've been toying with the idea of going back to that haircut. A little shag/mullet would be nice and cool for summer I think. We'll see.

Alright well one more presentation and then it's Friday for me. Thank God, this has been another long week. Like Rebecca Black says, "it's Friday, friday, Friday. Not Thursday. But Friday." If you haven't checked this video out yet please do so. It's awesome. I already can't wait to play it again tomorrow. It's on my Friday playlist, right before Ke$ha and right after Avril's "What the Hell."