I've been extremely busy as of late. I have recently rediscovered the beauty of the western film. I say western and not cowboy movie because not all westerns have cowboys (plus come on, cowBOY? Every one can see they are men) in them. So the western has become my go to movie genre these past few weeks. Lonesome Dove is a wonderful movie AND it stars Tommy Lee Jones, and Robert Duvall. (HA-CHA-CHA) Everything is good and right in the world when those two are in the saddle ready to save damsels from the evil clutches of Comanches and the like, sigh. So this movie coupled with my recent viewing of Men in Black III (which I now kinda want to see again) made me want to see No Country for Old Men. Netflix promptly delivered it. I just have to say, GOOD MOVIE!!! and it totally counts as a western seeing as it is set in texass. It inspired me to start reading the book. So I stopped reading Abe Linc Vamp Hunter, (dont everyone try and convince me to finish it first! I know its a classic but Cormac McCarthy calls me!) and now I am reading NCFOM. Its really good. It's not a field of flowers but its good.
I went to the mall yesterday.... I had to get shoes, ok. I got my new sandals from Belk. Belk is the department store that took over the locally owned department store McRae's. Because of this we all despised Belk for the longest time, and I STILL do. However, when you enter Northpark Mall you lose all sense of reason and enter the closest department store so you can get out before you catch some fatal disease only transmitted via Mall escalators. (A guy just walked into the coffee shop with a hollister shirt on that says Southern California and super gay sunglasses. I want to stand up and scream HAVE YOU EVEN BEEN TO CALIFORNIA???!!! and then tell him to go burn his shirt.) I am deathly afraid of escalators. I ride them out of necessity only. I never know when I should step onto them! My whole life I was told completely true stories of red headed little girls whose shoes were untied and got caught in the escalators and were killed because they couldn't get loose from the teeth of the escalator! Oh, and if you are a 10 year old with your brand new purple crocs on don't think you are safe! Shawanda at the jewelry counter in Belk will tell you stories of crocs and escalators that will make you scream for your mother. Seriously though, what about the edge of an escalator stair looks safe? I never like to stand near people on them. I always imagine someone stumbling and grabbing me for support thus sending me flying and impaling me on the stairs. So I beg you to never stand near me on an escalator. I can assure you even if I look calm, I am having a mini panic attack inside.
http://www.consumerwatch.com/workplacepublic/escalators
But, anyway the mall disgusts me. I saw a completely gaudy store, but it was huge, so I thought "hmmm, they might have some cheap dress-code clothing!" As I approached the store I was hit with the overwhelming smell of antiseptic covering the smell of vomit (probably from the escalator disease). I hightailed it out of there. I guess I'm going to have to go to the store with the prayer request book in the fitting rooms. Yes, that is actually a store. People write their prayer requests in this book in the middle of a fitting room. The prayer requests tend to be very detailed and usually say things like "I want to pray for Jenny Beth Lynn from Madison, MS she recently got beat up by her boyfriend Johnny Ray Stevens from Clinton, MS but she wont leave him." When I saw this I wanted to scream. Seriously?! Seiously?! What if Jenny Beth sees this?! What if people know Jenny Beth?! Now everyone knows Jenny Beth's business! Oh, Mississippi...
My father just informed me he is going to write an article on Possums. Specifically, tales of people eating possums.
http://www.tngenweb.org/tntable/possum.htm
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