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Cadillac Ranch

24 Feb

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If you know me, or read my posts, you know I’m kinda weird.  I LOVE weird stuff.  I’m also pretty country.  So if combining the two, what better place than Cadillac Ranch!?  Have you heard the song?  It’s by Chris LeDoux.

Now we call it the Cadillac Ranch
They’re parking cars in the old bean patch

Well…..I don’t know how historically accurate the song is, because there is no barn and certainly no bar.  (sad face)  There is, however, an intoxicating aroma of spray paint that one may be able to catch a buzz from on a busy day.  But it’s okay, vandalism is allowed and encouraged.

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Cadillac Ranch came to be in 1974 by an art group known as Ant Farm, and is a bunch of classic Cadillacs buried rear end up in the ground.  The angle at which they’re buried is supposed to be the same angle as the Pyramid of Giza.

Although the Cadillac Ranch isn’t in it’s original birthplace, it doesn’t make it any less of a hot spot.  It’s located off on I-40 in Amarillo, TX on private land.  But visitors are encouraged, spray paint cans included.  There’s been several limes the cars have been totally repainted for movies, or restoration projects, etc.  I don’t think that there’s much holding these old cars together besides the spray paint.

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My family and I hit up Home Depot on our way to be able to leave our mark, however long it may stay.

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Here’s some extra pics of our family adventure

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I was pretty excited to see the gift shop there.  I am a bit of a gift-shop junkie!  But after sitting there for an hour and a half, we decided they may not be coming back from lunch.  Bummer

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Does it ever end? Pt 2?

14 Nov

Writing makes me feel better.

Until this year, whenever I had any issue with anything in my life, I would call my Nana.  I could call her, too, to check up on my mom and make sure she hadn’t overdosed herself yet.  Even when she was bed-ridden, sickly and could barely remember my name….I could call her.  Even if she didn’t remember what I was talking about I could call her and I could hear something in her voice and I knew she loved me. 

I can’t call her anymore.  I can hear her still, but I can’t call her. 

I know she was done with this life, that it really sucked for her, and she was totally over it and wanted to go.  I am happy for her because I know anything she is going through right now would be much better than what she left behind.  I know a lot of my family she left behind either does or should feel way more guilt than I do about not being there for her, too.  Some of them knew that one of her last wishes was to see all of her grandchildren before she died.  TWO of us (obviously not counting my brother) made that happen.  The rest didn’t.  So that’s their cross to bear. 

I hear her every day.  In my thoughts, I can hear her advice, and when I am half-asleep I see and feel her….sometimes it wakes me up and I genuinely think she’s here until I totally wake up.  I dream about her.  I don’t mourn for her the way I mourn for my brother because (I promise I’m not crazy)  I feel her and I hear her every day. 

 

I see my brother, too.  A few nights ago I fell asleep on the couch and (I swear to God) HE woke me up.  And I saw him walk away from me and into the kitchen.  But I woke up, snapped back to reality, and realized (all over again) that he’s gone. 

 

I didn’t want any of his ashes because I didn’t feel it was my right to them….but I think that also…..maybe if I didn’t have a daily reminder of his death in front of my face every day….that it would hurt less. 

I wish He would’ve shared his pain with me….and let me know whatever he was going through….and LEFT that house to come up here to me.  I COULD HAVE helped him.  He had no guidance.  And he was so ashamed of every bad decision he ever made that he hid it from me. 

He didn’t have a chance after I moved away, and I feel like I stole that chance away from him…..I was his chance at becoming more than what was laid out for him.  And I left him.  I was all he had.  And now he’s gone.

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Oktoberfest at Rivertown

19 Oct

What a fun event!  There really isn’t much there for kids, but it didn’t stop mine from having fun!  We happened on it by accident, actually, on the way home from the kids getting their costumes from Spirit.  (ps They’re being ninjas)

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As soon as we got there we walked in on a show from the 610 Stompers.  They are a men’s dance group that’s pretty big here in NOLA.  Tons of men actually audition to get into this group!!

DSCN1359I….of course…heading straight for the German Beer!  (Becuase, hello, that’s the oint of oktoberfest)  They had beer EVRRYWHERE, and it was all delicious.

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And cookies with German sayings on them

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Even my nephew had fun.  I think

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