So, we are currently halfway to our destination in Effingham (awesome name), Il. After spending four nights with Grandma, during which she was relatively well behaved until the last day, we managed to get six people up and out to the car in 40 minutes. It was time to go. I’m not sure if it was her insults toward Freedom (said in her best “bless your heart” manner) or her snapping at Enigma over freaking birthday cake (I guess she really wanted that yellow rose), I was done. Freedom... 

Yes, yes, I am going to BINGO with my grandmother tonight. For some strange reason, she thinks I like going, but what I used to like was going and eating fries in the smoky rooms full of women and men with their daubers (yes, I know the term) or if they were really old school, their BINGO chips and magnetic wands. It was all about the fries. I really hope they have some tonight. Help. Me. On the other hand, my children have now begun to make me (and Grandma… and Freedom) crazy, and BINGO seems... 

I lived in and around Little Rock for about 10 years. Its the birthplace of Emo Boy (and Enigma, kinda), where I lost my virginity and my mind after my mom and stepdad died. Little Rock is, to say the least, bittersweet.. Normally, I just drive through on my way to see my BFF and/or Grandmother in NW Arkansas. Staying here is strange. Lots of ghosts, lots of really good times, too. I got to spend a few hours with two of my high school BFFs (when I say time, I mean it was pretty much uninterrupted...