| August 04, 2005
| Not the Monroe I know....
Today I went to go see a client who I'm going to be doing some promotional work for out in Monroe GA,I knew it was far, out there and a bit country, but I love the great out doors, country side...
love horses, green pastures... and what they hey, I'm down for a nice afternoon drive. This city girl can switch it up even now and then.....Now for ya'll who don't know where Monroe GA is, get a map and I show you.....its a quaint lil town sandwhich right in between WEST and BUBBLE PHUCK.
Now the only Monroe I knew before today, sits in bedsty brooklyn. It
has traffic lights, and 3 story buildings, fire hydrants, and bodega on every corner, oh and not to mention PEOPLE!!!!!!
Now nix all that sh_t, and welcome to Monroe, GA.
"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
Not the kind of place you want to be after dark... as I'm driving alone this lone dusty road, its narrows, the paved road turns to a gravel, and Ford F150's become a blast from the past dusty blue pick up trucks, with white wall tires... a deep sense of southern patriotism blooms in the air... I feel like I'm deep in the heart of texas....lol. Country music blares past me like sirens on a fire trucking whizzing on by. I am in an episode of the Dukes of Hazard, some where boss hog, is sitting eating some chicken, and tell rosco to fetch him some more.
I am not happy. Its dinner time, and I'm hungry, hot, and allergic to hay...
The sun has set, and the humidity is cooling down, I wish I could say the same for my pressure, because the deeper I drive along this lonely road, the fewer and fewer the houses get, the longer the spaces are in between each neighbor, which gives the appearance that you have no neighbors.... nice... but a lil too country for me...what was country "townish" is now tumbleweed, cows, and horses, and goats. Gases stations are now replaced with Horse stops, to tighten horeshoes... WTF?!?!? I keep looking back to see that Dukes of Hazard car in view, and daisy riding in her dukes.
I finally find the ranch I've been looking for, there is no driveway, just a muddy trail up to a big wide gate, that encloses some horses, and a goat.There is no bell, well "formal" traditional bell, but a "COW" bell. To ring, in order to summon my client that I am here.The house sits about a half a mile away from me... how in the st francis is he suppose to hear me. I rattle and rattle that cow bell, I hope I don't get stampeded. Nothing happens.
After some longs moment of waiting, and watching the sun set deeper. My common sense wakes from its slumber. I hear a voice say.."Run Toto. Run." A smile returns when I see the first city traffic light some 30 minutes later. Man if I'm tripping off a Dukes and Hazard moment, I don't know how I could take it some 20 years back, same scenario, but it would seem like lil house on the praire then. Whoah?!?!
|Sssh! she's writing.. brooklyn babe8/04/2005
We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!
You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.
There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose. A
time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.
Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
'Thought & Humor' by Howdy
CyberRiddles for your divertissement!!!
i know where Monroe, GA is. but wasn't it dope how quiet it was compared to NYC?
spit it out dude?!?!?
whats up with the maulberry bush...
Well Dr Howdy (aka Thought&Humor)
Oh...I see... I got to spit it like this for "you" ;-)
My enthralling moments of reposeful expression seem to be altered by tumultuous, that have now seem to off set the quiescent melancholy of this "intended readership" you speak up. For my weblog is as undistinguished as it is lucid. Nothing new.
I revere humor and common sense, wrapped in words and offer no sanction nor elude any of the unbidden.
Thanks for visiting.
@ brother omi.... yes the quiet compared to nyc, was serene, but I have grown accostum to that peace in much of my travel, so it was nothing knew... just new gravel. Feel me?
You still gott explain pic.
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LOL...thanks for checking out my blog :)
hey girl... thank you SO much for my happy birthday shout out!!! I really appreciated it!!! =)))
And MONROE??? LOL I live in Duluth, that's country enough for me... LOL I had to go to Winder once to pick up an insurance check. Guuuurrrlll... i know EXACTLY wha tyou mean. LOL
I have a friend who lives in Jesup, GA. Compared to the way you described Monroe, Jesup is a thriving Metropolis.
BTW, if you're ever in North Carolina, go to Edenton. That has small town USA written all over it.
When traveling thru unknown country territory I always panic. Scared to go past the speed limit....scared to break down.....scared to run out of gas.....just a scard lil city girl........
thought and humor left the same ish on my blog!!!!
reminds me of a similar ride i took once for a job interview in milesss outside city limits. i don't recall the town's name
in any event, keep writing... i think you got skills kid!
O.K. I see since I was a lil slow in getting back with you, you figured out how to do stuff *head down in shame* LOL I will be much swifter on the reply next time! This post was hilarious! I'dda been madder than the Hatter.... fo real....so stay safe & keep ya cell charged just in case!!
oh my damn.
i don't know what's worse - that i know where that is or that i've actually been there.
stick to metro atlanta.
we keep most of our roads paved here!
Thanks All... but it won't stop me from going back... just got to remember to pack my "Dixie Chicks" CD, and toothpicks..lol.
"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." why did I say this when I left NY for GA..LOL