Speaking as the one who lives three blocks from a major zoo:
Plus: Yes, I can walk to the zoo.
Minus: There are some days when the zoo is extremely popular – the first one or two really nice early spring weekend days, Mother’s Day, and weekend evenings in December (as they do a “Zoo Lights” event). On those days, the traffic heading into the zoo backs up for blocks, and I get hours of cars creeping past my house, idling (which also makes it challenging to get into or out of my garage).
Seconded and I vote Beck goes shopping with this lady.
That’s low!
(:))
This is the video we want to see.
You know what they say about crazy Ladies?
It’s true.
(:))
I’m the Stainless Steel Rat and I approve of this message.
As SDMBs resident crazy Lady I intend to promote my bad, bad, bad pet agendas to the max.
Namely:
Cat adventures.
Kidney evictions.
A Corndog in every pot (or hand, as it were)
Tales of the lil’wrekkers exciting college life.
And of course: “Fighting Ignorance” where I can. (Thank-you Unca Cecil)
Do you ever shop at Old #4?
Dennis
Heck yeah. Crazy place. The proprietor is blind. She (loose term) has the biggest blackest meanest dog. Seriously, small pony sized. No one effs with that place. Except the one time her Son (loose term) tried to burn the place down. That’s when we found out she slept there. With a shotgun on her lap. Yep you guessed it. She shot her Son. He lived. He now is employed at the scary gas station in town. ‘Creeper’ is his nickname.
I get Mr.Wrekkers beer and Jack there. Overpriced, I might add. If you complain about the prices you’re permanently trespassed.
Never, ever go there on Saturday night. Truly a scary place.
I seem to have the same reaction as many of the posters, “What do you mean NOW?”
Beck, you are a force of nature. And even if you cut down to just the cat stories, you’d still get the crazy lady label.
I have a whole new appreciation for Arkansas. I’ve never been there, and probably won’t be there any time soon. But it looks a whole lot more entertaining that it used to.
Yep, Arkansas is a singular place in alot of respects. No question.
Bat crap crazy things just happen to me. I’m a magnet for weird people. I have a black cloud hanging over me, or just a case of bad luck.
Still I am an optimist. (:))
And I’m reading your post Beck and I get
Black cloud’s here.
I saw him on Wagon Train yesterday.
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Apparently so.
Somehow I figured I’d get the blame.
Unca Cecil preserve me!
I will share a bit of wisdom that Mr VOW and I have acquired from our many years of getting kicked in the teeth:
Expect the worst. If the worst happens, you will be prepared for it. If the worst does NOT happen, well, you get to be pleasantly surprised!
~VOW
I have a house full of people. Son-of-a-wrek had a crawfish boil, on my deck. Beers are being thrown back.
And…every person here, bar none, asked me what happened at the Dollar General.
I fully expect to see a commercial about it during the Super bowl.
:smack: