Category Archives: Amy Arena
Independence Day
You can imagine that our lake was very busy this past weekend. I can honestly say that I can’t think of anything funny about this weekend. I think the flood of personalities sucked all of my enthusiasm out. How sad is that? Nap time!
Fisherman
I certainly am overlooked a lot by men to talk to men at the bait and tackle shop, but the sexism doesn’t really bother me because, seriously, what is a little vegan like me going to tell you about fishing and hunting? However, I get three predictable questions. “Do you have any minnows?” “How’s the [...]
Flaming Poopy Pants
The other day a regular came into the store while I was working the front alone. I had six or seven people in the line and he was about three in. I immediately knew he was there because I had the back of my hand to my nose. After finishing with a customer, I invited [...]
If Rednecks…
Didn’t like Roosters, I wouldn’t be up at four AM.
Runaway Girl Army
I am excited to be involved with this subversive, multimedia project. Check it out! http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1224276989/join-the-runaway-girl-army
Country Folk Wisdom
The other day a new friend said to me, “You see, there are two types of people in the world. There’s your Dodge people and your Ford people and each of them think they’re right.”
Teachings of Entitlement
It’s pretty common for people to come in, slap down money, and walk out. Sometimes I’ll follow them out to let them know they didn’t give me the amount they claimed. I’ve noticed another phenomena, though, which I ascribed to the poor and the addicted. Yesterday, however, a kid did this to me. Some young [...]
Hiatus
I have many floral descriptions of why I’ve been absent, but I don’t feel like sharing. Nah, nah, nah, nah. My aunt, and as another aunt pointed out, second mom, passed away last week and though I tried to get there to say goodbye, my choices have taken me too far physically to achieve such [...]
The Germans
Several weeks ago I was rather tickled by a very rigid and focused German who marched to my register and announced, “Fifty Dollars. Pump Four,” as stiffly handed me cash then marched back out. I giggled as though I was watching a summer vacation of Hogan’s Heroes. Of course, my memory of that show is [...]
In God We Trust
In ourselves, not so much. Which is why, of course, we should tattoo God’s word all over ourselves. The other day a tall, skinny WHITE fellow came in without his shirt on. I’m always a bit startled by the no shirt thing when I’m not directly sitting on a beach. What is that? To add [...]
