i40

I feel like I spend a lot of time driving around Amarillo. There is the time I spend on I40 driving between work and home. A lot of time is spent in my hood as well. I am one of those that pay attention to my surroundings.

Ooh this is about to get good. We have hoped. We have wished. We have pleaded with the powers that be. For all that is good in the world. Please bring a Buc-ee's to Amarillo.

I remember this place all too well. It was one of those fast, go-to places when I was pregnant with my daughter. Oh, and it was good. The mashed potatoes, the dinner rolls. Oh and I always had either the chicken fried steak or chicken fried chicken.

For about five or six months of the year you can find me and one of my friends doing a lot of walking around Amarillo. You will know it is us because we are wearing bright pink.

I think I have finally experienced euphoria. That was the morning I was driving to work and realized they opened up the ramp to enter I40 from Georgia. I mean that morning is what dreams are made of. The end of some long road construction

I was busy getting some work done at my computer when I heard a ding come through Facebook messenger. It was not from someone on my friends list so I had to accept the message. I did because I recognized the name.

I have lived in Amarillo for a big portion of my life. I know how construction can be. It seems it is never over. It’s part of life that we jus have to deal with. Once it is done then in a certain area it gets better but while it is going on it can seem just the longest.

Nothing is worse than waking up on the wrong side of the bed. That just starts your day off in the worst way possible. Those are the mornings that drivers on I40 seem to cut you off. You can't handle it. You just want to get to your job Downtown as soon and as with as little drama as possible.

It's the busiest intersection in town and TxDot is going to change things.

I-40; the interstate of vacation dreamers and drug mules.  Guess which one went to jail yesterday?