What is next on the horizon? I never had considered it until my roommate has made me listen in on her watching CMT in the morning and listening to Rascal Flats while she gets ready in the morning, and then we went and watched the Hannah Montana Movie and that was it. I want to move to Tennessee. We are opening a store in Nashville at the end of next year and the possibility of being able to rope myself a cowboy really excites me!
In the movie Hannah returns home (to Tennessee) and when she walks in to her grandmother's living room in is overflowing with Billy Ray Cyrus and the Rascal Flatts singing and playing the banjo. They are going around the room taking turns singing verses about something stupid like finding a snake in the gutter. I want to imagine that every living room in Tennessee is just this way. At the end of the movie Hannah jumps on the back of a pick up truck to finish out her concert at a local fair. I want to dream that there are concerts performed out of the back of a pick up at all times in Tennessee.
I miss the south so dearly. There is just something about it that is different. A way of life. A thought or two. I miss it all the time. I am fully enjoying my time spent in beantown and I wouldn't trade these Massholes for nothin'. But in the back of my mind I miss the little things like rocking chairs and fresh made sweet tea. The kind that is so fresh that you hear the ice crack as you pour the warm brew over the cubes. I like how the outside of the glass is warm but the drink inside is so cool, calm, and collected. I miss butter. And Ranch Dressing. These are things that are taken for granted in New England. People scoff in disgust at cooks like Paula Dean because of her usage of Mayonnaise and butter, and yet when I see her show I don't realize that there is anything wrong with her style of cooking.
Take me to another place, let me understand your plan...
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