Really, Mother?

I'm so excited because my parents are coming to visit us this evening. I do talk to my parents quite often and I see them at least once a month, but the difference is that they NEVER come to old Bolivar. They are coming to bring me some auction items for my organization's fundraiser in April. My loving grandmother is donating one of her awesome quilts because she loves me so and wants for me to have a job, haha.

Many people might wonder what fun things there are to do in Bolivar. The true answer is there is not much.

We have our one screen movie theater. It plays one movie a week and it plays every night at 7:30. It's an old movie theater that hasn't been updates since...never. You don't have enough leg room and there is no surround sound, but the ticket prices are low and the snacks are even cheaper. My mom thinks my dad might enjoy experiencing the Bolivar Theater. He might, but seeing as my dad is 6'3, it might not be the most comfortable viewing experience.

We also have Fat Daddy's. They have all you can eat catfish on Friday nights and if you want, you can pay $5 and go into their back room for a good ole' country time. They have a country band and a huge dance floor so that you can get your line dancing on. It's fun just to watch the older couples getting jiggy wit it.

During the summer, you can go down to the square for music night. They have free entertainment and dancing as well.

On warm days, you can head to Chickasaw which is about 15 minutes away. They have trails, horses, swimming, and paddle boats.

What does my mom want to do on Saturday? Run! She's training for a half-marathon in April and Saturdays are her long run days. She plans on running 11 miles that day. I playing on "joining" her. I use the word joining loosely because I will go with her, but I will not be running 11 miles. I probably won't even start with her. I enjoy a good 5 minute warm-up before I even start wogging (that's walk/jogging). My mom does have a super cool new watch with a GPS that tells her how many miles she has run. My GPS is my breathing. When I start huffing and puffing, that means it is time for a walk. I might bring a book, so that when I have had all the "fun" that I can, I can stop by the pond and rest or nap.