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January 29, 2006

What I've Learned in Yuma

The population in Yuma triples from October until March thanks to Snowbirds.

So does the number of car accidents.

So does the sales of Milwaukee’s Best.

Snowbirds also like to buy their vehicles without gas pedals.

It must be cheaper.

There is such thing as being too nice.

And some people don't appreciate it.

And then there are those that take advantage of it.

And since there is nothing to do in Yuma except drink... get to meet everyone in Yuma at their finest!

Stoplights must come in different languages.

That's the only explanation I have for people driving over from Mexico and not obeying them.

Drug manufacturers have some sort of deal with the government.

Every time my allergies feel like they are getting better, jets are flown over the crop fields and I have to go refill my damn prescriptions.

And I may be dying a slow miserable death.

Allergy medications (pills and nose spray) give me massive multiple nose bleeds.

I'm not sure I can think of much worse than bleeding to death slowly while in Yuma!

At that, my dear readers, is enough to motivate me to get the hell out of here!

Let the job and house hunt back to the east commence!

I don't have to find a home but I'm sure as hell not staying here!

Posted by Sissy at January 29, 2006 03:43 PM | TrackBack

I pray every day that I never have to go back to Yuma...Charleston is starting to look pretty good.

Posted by: spurs at January 30, 2006 10:58 AM

do what ya need to do...
my guess is too many Yuma...

Posted by: ArmyWifeToddlerMom at January 30, 2006 12:47 PM

Well AWTM, I AM going to a wet down at the Officer's Club on Friday. This should be interesting!

Posted by: Sissy at January 31, 2006 01:47 AM