I've considered doing a "Week in Pictures". There are some things I simply couldn't make up, even if I wanted to. I just need to figure out how to get strangers to agree to having their photos taken by me. Oh, don't forget to read the last paragraph - I think you'll get a kick out of it. But read the entire email FIRST.

The country band Big & Rich have a song titled "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy." I know this only because my good friends - Hugh and Monica - really love country music. Well, I spotted a t-shirt on Friday that said "Save a Horse, Ride a Tractor." And, for your amusement, here's the chorus to the Big & Rich Song:

And I saddle up my horse

and I ride into the city

I make a lot of noise

Cause the girls

They are so pretty

Riding up and down Broadway

on my old stud Leroy

And the girls say

Save a horse, ride a cowboy.

Everybody says

Save a horse, Ride a cowboy

I'm going to buy a bunch of these shirts and sell them at the E-Town Lanes Flea Market. You got it - a bowling alley that must not get many customers. How else would they get away with holding a flea market in their parking lot? I wonder if anyone has set up a booth to sell socks? I'll check it out and let you know...If not, I'm selling those t-shirts and socks there on the weekends.

The town I live is in called Radcliff. It's apparently also referred to as "Sadcliff." At the end of week 3 - I agree.

Over the weekend, the top story on the news was a shooting in Louisville and an apartment fire. Finally - something to make me feel like I'm back in Philadelphia! Thank God nothing ever happens in Sadcliff.

Regarding fashion - For the Gals: Bra's are optional. Wearing the cheapest rings you own worn on every finger, a must. For the Guys: Camouflage hunting gear isn't just for hunting. It's every-day-wear. Preferred patterns are Waterfowl or Whitewater Ducks. However, outfits should be alternated with a pair of Wranglers at least every other day. And don't forget your "Gitter Done" baseball cap.

B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, there's a bingo hall on every Corner-O. Woooo-Hoooo Bingo Y'all !!!

The big v. small McDonald's mystery is solved! The big McDonald's has a kid playground, and a small sign. The small McDonald's has a very large sign, but no playground. Either way, Ba da Ba Ba Baaa... I'm Lovin' It.

My husband is on the distribution list of these emails. Whenever we're out running errands, he'll spot something and say "Week 3". Please don't think I'm trying to be mean. I'm just having fun being your window to Kentucky.

Going 10 miles over the speed limit will get you a $168 ticket.

The male and female mullet haircuts are alive and well. Kentucky: "Mullitia" Capital, USA. If you're not sure what a Mullet is, think Billy Ray Cyrus circa 1994. If you don't know who Billy Ray Cyrus is, you're obviously not American (ha ha, sorry mom)!

And, finally, I've learned that fried corn is a popular side dish. Last time I checked, corn had no nutritional value. To make sure it's actually ‘bad' for you, go ahead and roll it in some flour and fry it (in say, Lard...) Only Saddidy folks use Vegetable Oil. I'm waiting to spot the apron that says "Real Men Cook with Lard". If it ever stops raining here (per week 2) and people can actually go outside to fire up the grill, I'm sure I'll spot a neighbor wearing that apron. He probably got it at the Etown Lanes Flea Market...

Some Kentucky Factoids:

Paris, Kentucky is located in Bourbon County, on Stoner Creek.

The State's official wild animal is the Gray Squirrel. (I haven't seen a single squirrel)

Abraham Lincoln, Mohammed Ali, Daniel Boone and Col. Harland Sanders - all from Kentucky.

By the way, 19 days in Kentucky (I'm not counting....)and I have yet to eat at a KFC! Or have a sip of Bourbon!

Thanks,

Sandra

Should these emails continue to get forwarded, I want to make sure that if/when it gets to someone in Radcliff, KY that they not show up on my doorstep (in their Real Men Cook with Lard Apron; holding a bucketf of fried corn; wearing their E-Town lanes flea market socks, Wranglers and "Save A Horse, Ride a Tractor" t-shirt; "Gitter Done" baseball Cap; sporting a mullet haircut) ready to whoop my butt like Mohammed Ali, all the way to Paris, Kentucky and throw me in Stoner Creek, to be tortured by gray squirrels.

But crap, I'm listed in the phone book! (ok, now I removed my last name).

Hey, it's all in good fun, y'all.