Go Ropin'

Not much to report from here aside from the fact that I cleaned like crazy yesterday which was very gratifying. Saturday, we headed to this town - suburb of Tulsa really - that is known to have a "quaint downtown"... it was hilarious from the New England perspective because it was new-ish and had several antique stores, but not too much to write home about. Further down the street there was a large store called the "Trading Post" that had 6'x6' booths of stuff for sale - people would rent out these little booths to sell their junk... kind of like going to 200 garage sales all at once. Some of the stuff was really awful. Kinda neat to just poke around.

Went to a housewarming party on Friday night... Matt and his wife Annie... horrified (but expected) to see a Bush-Cheney sign on their front lawn. Someone, I'm not kidding here, pulled out a rope... to go roping... i.e., a rodeo rope, cowboy style. Sadly, really, I'm not kidding. What kind of alternate universe are we living in?