About me and one trip to get postcards.

Hello this is my first blog and I have been living in Nashville TN for almost two years. I came here with my sis, dog, two cats and a hamster and although the hamster is no longer with us our numbers have increased in the last year to two more cats. Not our choice at all as we were supposed to get gerbils. Most days I feel like I never stop moving and going from place to place but my anxious feet are prone to wonder. Every now and then, the urge to move or go somewhere new takes me and my sis to destinations not always planned. One such excursion took us across the state line of Alabama just about a year ago around this time. My hours at work were being cut and in an effort to expel some frustration in the time when gas was becoming hard to find, I decided to take a little ride around 10:30 at night. Now going over the state line may not be a big deal to most of you out there but to me and my sis it was the greatest thing. As growing up on the west coast, the fastest you could get over the stateline to a surrounding state, was about a 7 hour drive or so even though we didn't live far from the border of Mexico. So I guess we had our own cross cultural experience.
I didn't even tell my sis where we were going and as she knows I am completely mad and prone to wonder she knew it would be some experience. We rolled up to the stateline about 11:45pm and being the newbies to the country we are pulled over to take a picture of the sign. This may have not been the brightest thing to do as it was a wooded area and wolves or anything could have come and gotten us. Then we stopped at the welcome center to get a map (which had a picture of the welcome sign on it) and some other brochers. We even saw some rockets and stared up at them wondering if they were real or replicas (found out later they are real). I stood studying the large map of the state and some surrounding states trying to figure out how long it would take to go across the surrounding states' borders and then we were off into good ol Alabama. We had to check out the local WalMart as our first stop and got some half price doughnuts but no they didn't have postcards. So we went to go stop at a gas station because gas stations always have postcards, right? As it turns out postcards are hard to find in Alabama. Not sure why. I pulled up and in my flip flops was walking to go inside and thats were things got crazy. As I was opeing the door, I pulled the bottom corner all the way across my big toe and bent the toenail in half to the middle. It hurt real bad to say the least. I sat on the curb clutching my bleeding toe screaming and my sis just looked at me from inside the car because she didn't know what had happened. Mean while, I guy pulls up to get gas and is afraid to get out of his car because I'm sitting there screaming. Finally I knew I had to do something about it so my sis (once I got her to understand what had happened) and I went inside to get a firstaid kit. I got some ice and put that on my toe and was hobbling around trying to explain to the clerk inside what had happened. He was understanding as he said he has an accident prone wife at home. So after I had a make shift bandage for my poor toe, I remembered why I'd come in there and asked if they had any postcards. He said they didn't :( So poor me hurt toe and still no postcards. By that time, I was ready to call it a night so we headed home. And that was my first experience in Alabama.