BearWaller Hollar

Give'em Hell, Hill...
I looked up as I was coming out of Wyoming County, WV this afternoon, and saw a state trooper that was following a
large Coach bus. The trooper had his lights flashing for all it was worth. Trying to get the bus to pull over I thought, since it was hauling ass down Huff Mountain. It was all my little red car (and it's new $800.00 dollar racing tires) could do to keep up with them. I figured the bus was waiting until it came across a wide spot in the road before it could pull over.
But it never did.
It passed those wide spots and picked up speed- ignoring the flashing lights like they were nothing.
Then I realized that it wasn't just a bus,
it was the Hillary Clinton bus,
and it was on it's way from Oceana to Logan. The trooper was the escort.
I followed them around every curve, every rock slide, and every piece of missing road- all the way to the Island. 
Win or lose,
I have to give her credit-
there are people who have lived in these coalfields all of their life that won't drive on that road.  
(and she may be the only other person I know that's willing to take in that wild, wonderful scenery going 75)  

darbimae

I stopped and bought some yesterday on the way back from Charleston.
I have to buy them-
I wouldn't know a Molly Moocher if it walked up and bit me on the ass, and I wouldn't trust myself
to actually pick them in the wild.
The mushrooms were great (battered and fried in butter),
but the potato ramp casserole was missing something.
I'm not sure what,
but it sure wasn't the odor. 
Nope. It wasn't missing that. 2dawg ate it and he still has ramp breath. 
I'm just trying really hard not to perspire for the next week or so.
(Excuse me while I don't sweat.) 

It has to be on Manic.

(Why? Umm. Because it's there. And I'm all out of the real stuff.)

I have a meeting to go to at the end of the month that I'm really dreading.
Everyone that I've asked to go with me has something else that they have to do, so I'll be stuck in a hotel by myself for days.
In a stange place, out of my element, and bored to tears- be assured that no good will come of this. 
I have to go however,
and I need some new clothes,
so I tried to do some online shopping this morning.
I found this under "Professional Womans Suit Jacket":

I like it.
And you know,  it will go with so many of the things that I already have.
I don't care if it is so popular that it is on backorder- women know that black is always a good bet.

I found this under "Womans Professional Outfit":
  Professional what, do you think?
Sailor, or Whale Harpooner? Wow. I mean, I'd get it, (white too, is always a good bet), but my little fat legs couldn't carry off the shoes. Oh well.  

Oh, hell yeah.
I'm getting it.
I'm not going to wear it to the upcoming conference though. I'm saving it for the fall conference when I have to give the "Recognizing the Different Stages of Grief" presentation.
We all know that nothing says grief ("Holy Shit- What was I thinking?"), like a little black wedding/funeral dress.

because I'm not going to go into depth on this.
Let's just say bacterial infection.
Fever, horrible pain, swelling, loss of balance, a strange neck rash, 5 star projectile vomiting, 3 mild hallucinations, an epiphany, a breif (albeit painful) depression, followed by what one might call a manic episode (involving a credit card and a special on comforters on the Home Shopping Network).
Of course,
this all led to the use of anibiotics,
and the onset of wild antibiotic sex dreams.