Wonders Never Cease

There is going to be a COSTCO in Manhattan.

Why?

Seriously why? 

How are people going to haul a 17lb container of Jalepeno Artichoke Dip, and a 3,000 count box of tampons in their "green" sacks as they walk home? 

I worry about this kind of shit folks. There is a Home Depot in Downtown Manhattan too. And let me tell you its the weirdest fucking thing EVER because there is NO PARKING LOT. What in the world can you buy in Home Depot that you can pack out by foot? Maybe a lamp or a Diet Coke. I don't know.

I can tell you this though. I can't live in cities that are so big that a person can't drive to the local Costco/Home Depot/Target IN THEIR OWN CAR, and park in a designated parking lot.  It sends me into a panic... the idea of NEEDING something and having to take public transportation or a cab when your perfectly capable of driving yourself, but no you can't because there is nowhere to park, and driving anywhere "in the city" takes an hour.

An hour? An hour to go 3 miles? 

Fuck it. Maybe I am a hick after all.

My kids are out in the back yard searching for deer antlers.....

Mud Volleyball

~Photo By Angel Williams

I might be a redneck.

At the very least I'm on a slippery slope to becoming "country" or "hick".

On Saturday I played in a mud volleyball tournament held at a roadside bar in Laclede, Idaho. The name of the bar is The Klondyke, and they host a Mud Volleyball Tournament every year. I have played 3 times. I missed last year because I was in Japan, doing something equally crazy. 

Other than the freezing rain, it was a great tournament. It was the biggest ever with 17 teams. We lost, I don't think we came in last, but um, we might have been close. 

I still have dirt in my toenails. Its a very weird experience to strip off your clothes only to realize that you have managed to get mud up your shorts and into your underwear. Have you ever had to wash mud off your taint? Its weird, and harder than you would think after drinking from 11AM to 8PM. 

The scariest part of all...I look forward to mud volleyball all year.

Would someone who knew me before I lost my fucking mind come and stage an intervention? I am obviously crying out for help.

 Anyway, I guess I should probably brush my hair and put on make up up or something. I am just inches away from buying a flannel and a can of chew. 

I wish I could take credit for these great pictures, but I was actually on restriction from the camera. By the time I remember that I needed to take pictures for my blog, it was deemed that I drank too much Pendleton whiskey to be able to operate something as technical as a camera.

I kept telling my self that it was O.K. to drink whiskey out of the bottle because it helped make the cold go away.

FYI: You know the Kid Rock song that says: "Drinkin Whiskey Out the Bottle, Not Thinkin Bout tomorrow"? I always though he didn't want to "think about tomorrow" because he had to go to work or school or something. No. Thats not why, I assure you. I'm pretty sure its because you wake up the next day in the bathtub, naked except for one shoe. 

This is what the competition looked like. ~Photo by Angel Williams

Mud Volleyball at the Klondyke ~Photo By Angel Williams