Whirlwind of A Weekend

Thursday seems so long ago.  That is when Randy and I were on our way to Memphis to pick up Debbie.  

Here it is Tuesday already and yesterday we took Deb back to Memphis to go home.  The poor girl had some trouble getting out of Memphis, which made her miss the connecting flight from Denver to Seattle.  I haven't heard from her yet this morning, but I suspect that she didn't get to her house until the wee hours of the night.

Memphis In March

Memphis is known for Elvis and Graceland as well as being the birthplace of Rock and Roll and the Blues.  The largest city in Tennessee, Memphis is named for an ancient Egyptian city on the Nile River.  Be careful if you take your pet frog into Memphis, 'cause it is against the law for Kermit to croak after 11pm.

In 2007, Randy and I drove to Memphis to go to the Memphis in May World Championship Barbecue Contest.  Guess what time of year we took that trip?

On A Clear Day

Partly because I thought that Mountain Home was having an inordinate amount of fog and mostly because Debbie is coming to visit at the end of the week, I decided to tackle washing my outside windows.

I am not a fanatic about having clean windows.  In a perfect world, (or when I take over my world, same difference), maybe windows would be dust and streak free.  I haven't decided yet.  However, in the real world that just isn't possible.

Could It Be Me?

Finding a new doctor is never fun.  Especially when we liked our last doctors so much.  It would be difficult to find any other clinic that measured up to the clinic we went to in Texas.

First off, not all doctors around these parts are taking new patients.  When you do find one that will take you on, you have to wait a quite a while to get an appointment.

Can I Please Have A Monkey?

I read a story over the weekend on MSNBC about a woman in Virginia that smuggled a monkey into court in her bra.

She bought the little critter on eBay.  She won't say the price she paid for it, but the Lynchburg, Virginia website that had another article about it said that she paid between $1800 - $2600 for the less-than-one-pound-when-fully-grown pet. The monkey, that she named 'Cara' and referred to as her daughter, was about seven weeks old.

Saturday Haphazardness

1) I am a Reba McEntire fan.  I am not crazy about her song 'Turn On Your Radio'.  I certainly don't understand 'If I Were A Boy'.  I can't look when she is on a television show performing.  I like the 1980's Reba a whole lot better.

Slug Days

'Slug days' are not a spring festival around these parts.  To the best of my knowledge, there are no gastropod molluscs in Arkansas.  I have not seen a pesky slug since we left Washington.  Not that we don't lack for our share of interesting bug creatures.

Garvan Woodland Gardens

Last spring, Randy and I drove to Austin to visit the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center.  The trip back to McKinney was planned so that we had the time to drive though the Blue Bonnet trails near Ennis, Texas.  I love flower gardens.  They are beautiful and very picture worthy.  The main reason for our trip to Hot Springs last week was to go to the Daffodil Festival at Garvan Woodland Gardens.

Adventures in Little Rock

Ah, Little Rock.  The city, not the Reba McEntire song about a diamond ring and love gone bad.  Who doesn't know that Little Rock is the capital of Arkansas?  Or that it is the largest city in the state?  Or, that just from it's name, there is a tiny rock somewhere in the vicinity?

There is - it is on the south bank of the Arkansas River and named 'la Petite Roche'. 

Which is all fine and good, except that Randy and I went to Hot Springs for a mini adventure.  Not Little Rock.

I don't know why I couldn't get it into my brain 'HOT SPRINGS HOT SPRINGS HOT SPRINGS'.  Little Rock is way too much of a big city for us country mouses.

On Wednesday morning, we packed a bag for Roxy and a bag for ourselves and out the door we went.  It then took us thirty minutes of car washing and spending all of Roxy's toy money for the next year on gas to get out of Mountain Home to our destination of Mountain View.

Mountain View, you say?  Yes, Hot Springs by way of Mountain View.