Posts Tagged ‘Vacation’

Sturgis Here I Come

August 6, 2009

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Seems like every biker has been there, but me. So adchick is now officially headed west to catch the tail end of the madness in South Dakota. Beyond the decadence of all that is this most famous of motorcycle rallys, there will be mountain driving, Mt. Rushmore, beer, the Badlands, beer, Deadwood, Devils Tower, beer, and no clients, keyboards or crap. Final vacation of the year, people. And vacation is important (especially when you’re self-employed!) Back in 10 days!

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I remember when I posed for this shot…I was blond then.  🙂

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No Southern Chicken

June 23, 2009

I leave town for a weeks vacation and all kinds of crap happens. Letterman makes Palin mad, Iran takes another step closer to hell, and God knows all the Twittering I missed.  It was another great Harley trip, 2500 miles in 6 1/2 days, a little extreme, but fun nonetheless. Dodged all the rain, too. Did a lot of thinking and a lot of not thinking.  And no, my ass is NOT sore.  His, however, is.  HA!

I thought maybe the South might be a good place to relocate, but I don’t think I can live down there.  There were two churches on every block, and the drawl made my skin crawl. They said stuff like:

If you wanna nuther bees-kit, you just let me know.

I don’t know what tyme zone we’re in. Carl, do you know what tyme zone this is?

You’re in a dry county, darlin’.

All our liquor stores close up at 7.    

Yikes. I’m sure they’re all lovely people, but I think I better head west.

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It’s a whole different world down there.

I’m goin’ to Carolina….

June 12, 2009

…no really, I am! It’s time to get the hell outta here, apply my fake tattoos, slip into a doo-rag and two wheel my way to North Carolina. Raleigh-Durham, anyone? Once I sell the agency (to some lucky guy or gal out there-are you the one?), perhaps I’ll find my second career there, learn to say “y’all” and wipe BBQ sauce from my chin.

Nah.   See you next week!

images “Say nice things about me…I’m gone.” 

(That’s the very last line from the James Taylor Song-Love it!)