...come back on Sunday so they'll cancel the marathon. HA. Not really - I mean, just because I'm undertrained from taking 2.5 weeks off due to some pesky injury doesn't mean everyone else should be robbed of their day of glory. But for reals I could use a wish right nooow wish right nooow wish right nooow.
Hold on to your hineys because momma's got the writin' bug tonight. And it's been nearly one month since I've been even remotely interested in hanging out with my laptop at home so we have lots to catch up on friends!
First stop: American History Friday Series! As we all know, I work an extra hour per day and somehow the federal government thinks that means I deserve every other Friday off. Well my momma told me never to look a gift horse in the mouth so I breeze out of headquarters every other Thursday with the top down and don't look back (not
my top y'all...speaking figuratively here). And with my insatiable curiosity and lack of a primary history education (thanks for nothing Gilchrist County), the only logical choice for my Fridays was to enforce a
mandatory American History Friday Series. America, you sassy sassy minx! Here are some highlights of late:
The Pope-Leighy house is Frank Lloyd Wright's (
to be confused with Howard Rourke) only work in the DC area. Unfortunately the tiny man who gave me the tour wouldn't let me snap any pics inside, not to mention my digital camera bit the big one on this outing (RIP), so all I have is this camera phone documentation. Lovely house and oh so FLW. If you haven't read about this man's personal life or visited any of his brilliant architectural masterpieces, call in sick tomorrow and
do something with your life! And hope you never get stuck on a tasteful tour of one of his homes with me because I can't stop running my yapper about his torrid affair with Mamah Cheney and gosh can you just
believe it all?! (Which undoubtedly makes the tiny man wonder
who's giving this tour anyway?)
Two Fridays later, I hopped on the train for a long-overdue trip to the National Aquarium in Baltimore. *yawn* Folks, if you grew up in Florida and began your aquatic adventures at Sea World as a child, spare yourself the $25 and don't waste your time in aquariums. Period. I wandered through stinky isles of fish pools and plastic replicas of coral reefs, just waiting to turn a corner and pet a sting ray or walk through a glass tunnel within a massive shark tank. Instead I turned a corner and found more stinky fish pools and more plastic replicas of nature's aquatic wonders. But I will say I was thrilled to finally discover (1) the world's smallest species of monkey, the pygmy marmoset (this image doesn't do him justice so please feast your eyes upon this
google image search); and (2) a group of lizards is called a "lounge."
And (drum roll please), during my most recent trip to Vegas for the lovely Jan Smith's nuptials, I arrived early and managed to rent a car and drive out to see the Hoover Dam! Holy smokes! This place is one huge terrifying mass of huge-ness and I loved every minute of exploring it!
Above is a picture of the dam, which I took while dangling from the newly-opened Pat Tillman Memorial Bridge below (seriously scary y'all):
And there you have it folks: American History Friday Series. Though admittedly most of this has little to do with history. American Friday Series? And there goes my writing bug because I'm fresh out of narrative and giving bedroom eyes to my big, comfy bed at the ripe hour of 8pm.
Sweet dreams darlings!
xo
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