Travel Monkey Kim is on board and previewing her travel future posts

The travel blog has great possibilities. I can certainly step up with an oldie but a goodie -- Gatlinburg, TN -- mountains, hot tubs, and bears oh my.

In the alternative, I am quite sure there are single gals everywhere who want to know whether to stay in The Hampton Inn, The Holiday Inn, The Quality Inn, The Comfort Inn etc. in Canton, MS. It's so darn hard to choose when they are all right there in a row. Decisions, decisions. The key is knowing which one is closest to the Western Sizziln.

A quick look into the future (but never too far) reveals a travel adventure to Chatanooga in January for a bed & breakfast weekend get away with the Boyfriend. He grew up there and wants me to "see his old haunts" and "meet his brother and some old friends." Let's not start asking why or we will be here all day pondering the weirdness of men. I expect to come away with all sorts of tips for the unwary gal traveler and with relationship disasters one right after another. I am envisioning "Real Travel with the Boyfriend: The Non-Romantic Side of the Bed and Breakfast World." The only thing that concerns me is the directive from the Bed and Breakfast that we cannot, under any circumstances, have the following in our suite -- red wine, rose petals, candles. Well, what the hell are we gonna do, now I ask you?

Or I may write up the travel to Arkansas by 10 hour car. That whole painting lines in the road in the backwoods of the Ozarks while millions of cars back up for days and days should make for fine tell'n as well as our trip down the road from hell. The whole experience cries out for a sermon on the evils of Mapquest. Oh, and then there was stopping at the church to figure out where in the hell we were only to have another car pull in behind us driven by a lone white male in his thirties (as most serial killers are). I believe Travel Monkety Julie inquired, "What is he doing?" and I replied, "He is going to kill us."

I must, of course, give directions for how to get to the hotel in Eureka Springs. You take a left, and a right, and another right, you put your left leg in, you do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around . . . that's what it's all about.

Suffice it to say, I see prime read'n and writ'n coming at you from the far and near corners of the world. Ladies - join me.

Travel Monkey Kim