Stranded in Little Rock

I am currently in the land of Arkansas and despite constant communication with Ratbaby, I have realized we really can't stand to be away from each other. So, tomorrow I will make my return trip through the farmland of the pig people and after a trip through scenic Memphis I will be reunited with my beloved. We can then discuss our prenup and decide who gets the rusty 92 Chevy S-10 and who gets the Honda Prelude with transmission problems. I'm going to fight hard for my Chevy. For god's sake it has a 3.7 liter V-6 and that is one damn good engine (I also have plans to get my hooks into her massive 4 month old IRA to pay law school debt). So to continue on the previous subject, I am currently in a sweet Holiday Inn (the presidential cuz I'm a baller) that is only 3 blocks from the august institution that is University of Arkansas at Little Rock's Bowen School of Law. Yesterday I decided to walk past the park to campus and check things out. As I walked past the park I noticed that once I rounded the corner onto McMath Street (home of my future law school) I was now no longer in the presence of nice parochial schools populated by the children of women who drive Lexus sport utilities. My quick afternoon jaunt had led me past rows of dilapidated apartments that were populated by adults that apparently don't have day jobs. Some people would call this collection of buildings "the ghetto". It made me happy that I had future clients literally waiting for me just off campus. Arkansas is a wonderful place and Nikole and I may be living there soon. So to attract our loved ones we will tempt you with the prospect of the Clinton Library and other things that involve Slick Willy. If, by an off chance, Grandma or other Republicans visit we will try to find some sort of suitable conservative shrine for them to view. I guess if we end up here Nikole and I can bond even more (as if we weren't attached at the hip already) in our mutual hatred of the University of Arkansas football team Geaux Tigers! and I guess Vols (just shivered a little). Ratbaby must love me a lot to commit to Arkansas, so it's probably a good thing we are being bound to each other by the law (I will let her explain "Ratbaby"). So until I decide to blog for the second time ever I would like to leave our tens of readers with these suggestions: buy us a Playstation 3 for a wedding gift and beware the Kawmniss they everywhea!

After eight years in Arkansas, will the third nipple be visible through clothing?

I just want to share with you the description for the current Lifetime Movie Network presentation starring David Hasselhoff:

"A fireman and a dog-kennel owner fall for one another following a car accident, even though each is engaged to another person."

Sweet. "Our Son, the Matchmaker" is next.


Can you tell that Austin is in Little Rock and that I'm living the single life? (By the way, I'm finding that such involves laundry, Japanese take-out and boxed Chardonnay).


Apparently, he has been awarded in-state tuition, which is also fairly sweet.

But since Blogger is angering me by continuously failing to autosave what is being typed into this field, I will now leave you a bit prematurely..but with a fitting tune from the Bellamy Brothers.

Eibl is 50 miles out, and I have hunger..

If everyday were Mental Health Friday, Austin and I would be happy little loveys.
-There were no signs of life in our domicile until around 10:42 a.m. on this workday.

-One fabulous, award-winning newspaper was devoured.

-Wheat bagels with cream cheese (K) and low-fat margarine (A) were consumed.

-Generic orange juice may have been involved.

-A trip to a financial institution left us financially linked and slightly codependent. (Every girl needs multiple debit cards).

- Toys "R" Us was toured, and an alcoholic beverage complemented Sticky Fingers cuisine in the suburban oasis of Hixson.


Now, Eibl is en-route, and I'm trying to be dissuaded from purchasing Converse slip-ons tomorrow.