This post is goin' out to my old man, who's hanging tight in the O.C. doing Pod F'ing K proud. Here's to the true working man! Which brings us to our subject for the day.... I have obtained employment! You can find me at one of Lexington's many...... Starbucks locations! Huzzah! It's actually not so bad as it might sound.... Baristaing at Coal Creek in Wyoming sucked loads more and Starbucks has benefits and my location has some pretty cool peeps. When I blank the ingredients for a tall caramel frappuccino they got my back, ya know what I'm sayin'? Prep that pump of caramel, bi***! In addition to excellent benefits (I can get my teeth cleaned again!.... t.m.i.) I also get discounts on my phone bill and cheap coffee whenever I patronise fellow Starbucks stores.
Right. Well, I just finished today's training shift so I'm gonna have a hot pocket (lunch of champions OBviously) and a look at today's more tawdry headlines.
Cheers.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
We Come From Potato, Idaho....
Greetings, one and all, from Lexington, Kentucky, and welcome to the beginnings of Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch: The Kentucky Years! We have travelled a long way from the small hamlet of Potato, Idaho, and now make our home in the hills of bluegrass country. Huzzah!
Our journey began one fine morning, two Saturdays ago, as we quit the small town of Moscow, Idaho, and crossed several mountain passes to gain the former mining town of Helena, Montana, our first day's destination. The young cat called Caesar rode in my car the entire way and could not get quite comfortable, as he disdained the covers and pillows laid out for him in the backseat in favour of the driver's headrest. We reached Helena shortly after midday and passed the rest of the time in happy company, plotting the remainder of our trip with jovial spirits.
The next day witnessed our departure from my beloved lands, and I felt not a little despondent as we passed signs confirming our proximity to Yellowstone National Park, and as we stopped in Livingston, Montana, for a short break and gas. Alas, it was too soon that we left the lovely Paradise Valley in our wake and drove beyond the state boundaries into northern Wyoming. However, our weary spirits were much assuaged at the end of the day, when we reached our former home of Laramie, Wyoming, and, seeing to the young cat's comfort, rediscovered our old abode, our favourite former haunts, and, of course, the trains!
Nearly the whole of the third day was spent crossing Nebraska. We pulled over at a gas station, where a sign hanging above the door informed us that, "You are Nowhere," and I thought that truer words had never before met my eyes. We crossed the majority of Nebraska without incident, and then managed to take a wrong turn somewhere in Lincoln, and in the process missed the road that should have led us to Nebraska City. It was of little consequence, however, for Smith the Navigator led us on a wild tour of the Nebraska backcountry and eventually restored us to our course. We reached Kansas City, Missouri, in good time and there spent the third night.
The fourth day was to be our last and we looked upon it with greater happiness and hope than we had the preceding days. Redbulls were no longer a necessity, as the road signs began to finally display the much-anticipated city names and were enough to keep us awake. We passed the arch of St. Louis and were able to snatch glances of it as we battled through mid-morning traffic. We then enjoyed the relative quietude of the Indiana and Illinois roadways, and then, in the midst of a gigantic torrent of rain, we crossed the Kentucky state line and entered our new home! The rain happily stopped somewhere outside of Louisville (pronounced Lulvul), but we met our next challenge in the huge traffic jam that greeted us just as we entered the city, as it was just then turning 5:00 pm. However, our out-of-state plates (where the hell is Idaho??) granted us a sort of free pass and people were quite kind in allowing us to maneuver about the lanes and thus ensure that we were Lexington-bound. Another hour put us just outside our new city of residence, and another few minutes had us at our hotel for the night. And we had made it! Huzzah!
We now boast a splendid residence in the south of Lexington, which, as I have come to learn, is quite the fashionable part of town. We are no further than 5 minutes from 17 Wal-Marts, 27 Kroger grocery stores, and 150 million gas stations. We live quite close to the university, though we will have to drive when it is time to once again take up our educational pursuits.
And through most of it all, Caesar Cat, who found his carrier in the backseat of the car outside of Billings on the second day, covered with a fluffy blanket to keep out the sun, slept in his Kitten Cave.
So there you have it. More to come....
Our journey began one fine morning, two Saturdays ago, as we quit the small town of Moscow, Idaho, and crossed several mountain passes to gain the former mining town of Helena, Montana, our first day's destination. The young cat called Caesar rode in my car the entire way and could not get quite comfortable, as he disdained the covers and pillows laid out for him in the backseat in favour of the driver's headrest. We reached Helena shortly after midday and passed the rest of the time in happy company, plotting the remainder of our trip with jovial spirits.
The next day witnessed our departure from my beloved lands, and I felt not a little despondent as we passed signs confirming our proximity to Yellowstone National Park, and as we stopped in Livingston, Montana, for a short break and gas. Alas, it was too soon that we left the lovely Paradise Valley in our wake and drove beyond the state boundaries into northern Wyoming. However, our weary spirits were much assuaged at the end of the day, when we reached our former home of Laramie, Wyoming, and, seeing to the young cat's comfort, rediscovered our old abode, our favourite former haunts, and, of course, the trains!
Nearly the whole of the third day was spent crossing Nebraska. We pulled over at a gas station, where a sign hanging above the door informed us that, "You are Nowhere," and I thought that truer words had never before met my eyes. We crossed the majority of Nebraska without incident, and then managed to take a wrong turn somewhere in Lincoln, and in the process missed the road that should have led us to Nebraska City. It was of little consequence, however, for Smith the Navigator led us on a wild tour of the Nebraska backcountry and eventually restored us to our course. We reached Kansas City, Missouri, in good time and there spent the third night.
The fourth day was to be our last and we looked upon it with greater happiness and hope than we had the preceding days. Redbulls were no longer a necessity, as the road signs began to finally display the much-anticipated city names and were enough to keep us awake. We passed the arch of St. Louis and were able to snatch glances of it as we battled through mid-morning traffic. We then enjoyed the relative quietude of the Indiana and Illinois roadways, and then, in the midst of a gigantic torrent of rain, we crossed the Kentucky state line and entered our new home! The rain happily stopped somewhere outside of Louisville (pronounced Lulvul), but we met our next challenge in the huge traffic jam that greeted us just as we entered the city, as it was just then turning 5:00 pm. However, our out-of-state plates (where the hell is Idaho??) granted us a sort of free pass and people were quite kind in allowing us to maneuver about the lanes and thus ensure that we were Lexington-bound. Another hour put us just outside our new city of residence, and another few minutes had us at our hotel for the night. And we had made it! Huzzah!
We now boast a splendid residence in the south of Lexington, which, as I have come to learn, is quite the fashionable part of town. We are no further than 5 minutes from 17 Wal-Marts, 27 Kroger grocery stores, and 150 million gas stations. We live quite close to the university, though we will have to drive when it is time to once again take up our educational pursuits.
And through most of it all, Caesar Cat, who found his carrier in the backseat of the car outside of Billings on the second day, covered with a fluffy blanket to keep out the sun, slept in his Kitten Cave.
So there you have it. More to come....
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