The Fall Itch
Fall weather always gives me the itch to be at home for a few days and feel like I'm little again. I start to get weirdly nostalgic for odd things such as a great new pair of Dr. Marten boots, perhaps a new winter jacket with a fur hood from The Buckle, and of course a cool new pair of light Silver jeans with the dangly zipper. I know it's weird, but The Sunset Plaza always calls my name this time of year. I just get an urge to go to Orange Julius and grab a smoothie to sip on while I walk around all of the eight stores. So I acted on my urge today and made the five hour trek to Norfolky. And right now as I sit here sipping Baileys and coffee at four in the afternoon watching Ellen, I am confident I made the right decision. Although, I will admit after about three hours on the road, listening to an AWFUL book on tape, I started to second guess my reasons for making a trip home during the week for no apparent reason. I tried hard to listen to the book Girl With the Dragon Tattoo but it was like pulling teeth. I know that book is really popular but I just couldn't get into it. I listened for three hours and still couldn't tell you the name of one character, and that's not a good thing because from what I've gathered there are at least 347 main characters. I should have known never to buy a book with the words "Dragon Tattoo" in the title. So anywho, I merely died five different times today between Kansas City and Omaha. Not because of collisions, but because of heart attacks. I simply don't understand why some people can't grasp the fact the right lane is for slow drivers, left lane is for people who know how to drive at the correct speed. Why is this so difficult to understand? It doesn't matter how many times I honk, flash my lights, wave my hands, attempt to pass on the shoulder, some drivers just don't get it. And my blood pressure rises so high because of this. I also had one woman attempt to come into my lane because she didn't even bother to look to see that I was there. So naturally, I started to freak out in my car like she could hear me, "what are you doing?! Hello!!! Come on!!" But it's funny because as soon as I saw she knew she was in the wrong and gave me a polite wave to say I'm sorry I immediately forgave her. I waved back, "its okay." I always do. I go from road rage ready to flash a gun toward the other driver, but then in one second if I see the "I'm Sorry" wave, I immediately back off. The other thing that stalled me today was when I had to follow a house that was being transported on a semi for at least ten miles. Gives a whole new meaning to the term mobile home. Just a little rule of thumb for future reference, if your house can fit on a semi perhaps it's not worth bringing along. Just a thought. I'm sure the new town you are moving to will have a trailer court you can settle into. Who am I to judge, this is just my road rage talking again. But I do think a house on a semi is pretty distracting and quite dangerous for other drivers. I spent at least four miles trying to figure out what the wall paper pattern was for the back bedroom I was staring at. Initially I thought it was a ranch horse like theme, but when I looked closer the horses appeared to be dancing trees. It was quite unique. Oh well, I made it here safe and sound and am now ready to go drive by the new Norfolk restaurants that have sprouted in my absence. There is a new Italian place, fancy steak house and a cupcakery that have opened in the past two months! This is a huge deal for Norfolk. We've had the same restaurants for the past twenty years. I just hope the steak house lets you throw peanut shells on the ground, because if it doesn't, there is no way it can compete with Whiskey Creek. Not to mention USA Steak Buffet.
