So what does a Sacramento transplant do to entertain herself after moving to Sticksville? Why, fall face first into mudshit, that's what. But besides running around after cows on an ATV making the cow shit fly everywhere, trying not to get run over by a possessed cow, and falling down in 2 foot deep mud, what else does a girl do?
Well, I do love to annoy my cat, Miss Harriet. You know, pamper her with so much love and attention that the normal look of disdain turns into a look that says, "I'm plotting ways to kill you in your sleep". Plus I love it when she gets a wild hair up her ass and every tiny thing freaks her out, so that all I have to do is take one step towards her and she does 5 laps around the house before stopping.
I'm not sure how I survived before Netflix. I mean, seriously? Oddly enough, I do remember thinking, "OMG how lazy do you have to be to have your movies mailed to you?!" when I first heard about it. Yes, I'm a hypocrite. Not intentionally, though. And I'm not sure how I survived before I had DSL (and now wireless) so that I could watch stuff instantly while waiting for movies through the mail. I have more movies and TV shows in my que than I care to admit. I have just watched two Russell Crowe movies (Robin Hood and 3:10 to Yuma) and really enjoyed them. I just received a couple discs of the show Chuck (don't judge).
Reading. Oh, this is going to become a very expensive
addiction habit. I'm sure you can find previous posts about my obsession with Jane Austen related books. In fact my very first April Blogging Challenge post was about Jane Austen. I've branched out in regards to authors in the past two or three years. Some I have really enjoyed, others I'm not so sure. I've been a huge Dean Koontz fan since high school. Stephen King's novels make me seriously wonder how that man can sleep at night. I've started reading Kathy Reichs (Bones is based on her books), and I've enjoyed what I've read. Alice Sebold had me a little weirded out with Almost Moon. And I love love love the Harry Potter books.
I enjoy concerts, although I seriously think that most artists these days are charging way too much for tickets. A couple summers ago, I went with a group of friends to see Nickelback at the Marysville Amphitheater, the tickets cost about $70 per person with the taxes and fees added. Manageable. The very next spring, I looked up tickets to see Rascal Flatts there - wanting the same seats (not up front, but not lawn seats) and the damn things were $160!!! What. The. FUCK. Really? Highway robbery, folks, highway robbery. As much as I love me some Rascal Flatts, I will never pay $160 for tickets. Unless I get to meet them backstage and get to spend the day with them and they put me in their next video. I've been to tons of concerts since I was about 11 years old. They're a lot of fun, and in some cases you get to shake your booty a little, too.