I am back from Oklahoma

I am back from Oklahoma and starting an all vegetable diet right now. J and I were fed like caged children being fattened up for an eating by a starved witch. Breads, potatoes, rice, pastas and the 6 C's: cakes, cobblers, cookies, cream, cheese, and candy. Readers, we are roly poly. But you know, in a good way. J got to meet the entire family and I am happy to say they spared him no eccentricities.

He even got to witness first hand the myth creating powers of my family. Though he intended to be old-fashioned and ask my dad for his blessings for his daughter's hand in marriage, that never happened due to rearranged travel plans and a general case of antsy pants. But someone misunderstood something along the way and suddenly all the relatives are looking at J with googoo eyes and saying, "So I heard you called her dad first! That is SO sweet!" Even when J would correct them and tell the real story, they would look like they didn't quite believe him.

One of my aunts was appalled that we were visiting and would only be seeing relatives. Determined to expose us to a slice of Oklahoma history, she drove us up to Woolaroc, a wildlife preserve, museum, and historic site. I am interested to see that the online description of the museum includes the term "Native American art." This is interesting mostly because the entire time we were at Woolaroc the only term we saw written, spoken, or presented was "Indian," which pretty much summarizes the particular point of view presented by the museum. But J and I did get to shoot a musket and throw a "tommy-hawk," which were major highlights of the trip. I also rode a Harley.

It was strange to be out of the city and put right into the middle of Tulsa. Things cost almost nothing; store clerks chatted with you the entire time you were browsing for things; the highways you had to take everywhere were confusing; there were lots of strangely reappropriated buildings (gas stations turned into BBQ joints and garden centers, a Wendy's made into an organic food center); everyone drove. It would be a strange thing to have to live in such a place and I don't know if I could do it. New York felt very much like home when we got back.

I loaded up an album chock full of Phoenicia Phun here for you. You have to set up an account, but it is quick and free. Or you can go to bugmenot and they will give you a login. I entice you with horse balls.