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A New Adventure

The Phantom Menace
Attack of the Clones 
Revenge of the Sith 
A New Hope
The Empire Strikes Back
Return of the Jedi
The Force Awakens

All Star Wars movie titles.  Pretty succinct, but with enough wordage to pique your interest, yes?

That's kind of what I was going for with today's blog title...and while it doesn't really fit in with the jargon of the SW franchise, it's got that same edgy terseness.

At least, I think so.  Just agree with me for now.  It'll make me feel better.

So.  You've heard that saying, "it's not what you know, it's who you know"? or "things happen for a reason"? 

How about this one: "Oh, dear gods, what did I just do?" Well...

Less than a week ago, I purchased a food truck.  No, I don't plan on carrying on Fred Hickory's legacy of Original Ozark Mountain BBQ.  I do plan on driving around, though, and feeding people out of this truck.  

 I'm learning a lot about filling out forms, deciphering legal jargon, and jumping through hoops.  It's nerve-wracking and stressful and exhilarating.  We've got one naysayer as of right now, but most people are overwhelmingly supportive.  Like, it makes me want to cry supportive.

 I imagine there will be quite a bit of talking about this little project for the next little while.  I've been asked to do an event on September 5, so it would that's my rollout date!

 

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