Yellow Dog/Bleeding Heart

I like Elvis as much as the next guy - maybe even more. I think he was handsome, had a beautiful voice and some rockin ' moves. I agree that he was a legend. People, let me tell you, there are some die hard Elvis fans out there . Enough of them to create a multi billion dollar industry of kitsch - the Mecca of which lies at 3765 Elvis Presley Boulevard in Memphis, Tennessee. It all begins at the ticket office, which is located in a huge plaza across from Graceland Mansion, which is just down the street from The Heartbreak Hotel , which is just around the corner from the Graceland RV Park , which is behind the Graceland Outle t Store , which is down the street from the Lisa Marie... You get the picture. At first glance, after hopping off the Sun Studios shuttle, the line didn't seem that long. And it wasn't, except for the fact that the line we were looking at was the line to get into the building to get to the line for the ticket counter. After 30 minutes in line t...

There had always been a part of me that felt like something was missing. I mean, I was 42 years old and I had NEVER been to Graceland . That is practically un -American! So, with that in mind, Furry's mom, Bojo , and I decided to take the kids to Memphis. ROADTRIIIIIP !!!!! 2 hip mammas trekkin ' to the Rockabilly holy land with their boys... SQUEEE ! My adrenaline was flowing just thinking about it. We would spend the entire fourth of July weekend (4 days) in the city that birthed rock-n-roll. I planned the itinerary and Bojo was in charge of the hotel and car. On the morning we were to leave she pulled up in a rented minivan. Uh... If you know me at all you know I am not a minivan kind of gal. I knew a convertible was out of the question and I had immediately nixed the idea of an SUV ( Grrrr ....) I even took her seriously when she suggested an RV (Graceland RV park? Helloooo !) But no, she got a minivan. I was going to make my rock-n-roll pilgrimage in a minivan?! Cou...

I love to travel, and yet have not been on a real vacation in over a decade. Back in my twenties, which were, to my life, what the 90's were to the dot com-ers . Money flowed, I bought into my own PR and then it all crashed. But I digress. Okay, in my twenties I was the queen of road trips. I would finish a Saturday night shift at the piano bar at 3 am, and being hyped up on caffeine and with pockets full of cash I would spontaneously decide to drive to Denver to visit a friend. Soooo ...I would cover my next couple of shifts, grab my duffel, hop in the car and make the drive. 12 hours straight through...ON NO SLEEP. I arrive at my friend's doorstep just as she was coming home from work. Surprise! I would drive four hours to Dallas just to eat dinner. I would drive six hours to see a band. Gas was cheap and, for the most part, my time was free. So, with that in mind I decided Little Dog should experience the magic of a road trip. It was summer and I had just fi...