Larwence Welk, The Price is Right...and other 'programs'

I hate it here. For many reasons, but that’s neither here nor there. I used to express to people how much I hate it here but they didn’t understand…they would as “why” that’s where I should have ended the conversation then. If you have to ask why, then…Anyway, I don’t hate this place; I just hate me still being here…my goal is to escape. I don’t care if I’m washing dishes outside of Aspen, waiting tables in Florence, or doing landscaping in Alabama (they have good golf there…the Trent Jones Trail…check it out) either way, I’m out of this bitch before year end buy hook or by crook. Anyway I was planning my escape and I was thinking about what I am going to miss. The list was short. One thing is family, but that’s what they make planes for. I live in the same city as most of my family and we see each other a few times a year. Thinking about family, I miss my grandmother one time for her (lick shot), she used to have a 38 snub nose and we used to watch wrestling together. Or ‘raslin as she called it.