F*ck You, I'm from Kansas

I 'liked' this group on Facebook called F*ck You, I'm from Kansas. If you are from Kansas, or any of the surrounding states, you probably should like them, too. It's totally Kansas.  

Although I haven't been home in a while, I'm going this weekend, and I am so excited. Of course, I want to see all of my friends and family (and eat at Chicken Annies), but also, we have something very important to do this weekend.

Represent.

If you frequent the FYIFK page, you'll see that people from different cities and towns send them pictures: beautiful sunsets, amber waves of grain--or whatever that is growing on the plain, and a lot of times funny things seen in Kansas.  However, I have yet to see my hometown, Baxter Springs, on the page. But that is going to change. We're going for funny---in a big way.

My fellow Baxterites, as most of you know, we are having a little party on Friday night. Well, actually a bonfire complete with Blob sized Peeps and other bonfire-ish things. Basically, we're going to party like it's 1979--without the eight tracks. And when a large group of SE Kansans get together, well, the funny just happens.  

 We we're getting our kicks on Route 66 before it was fashionable. So, prepare yourself. The first cowtown is going live this weekend.

We're loud and we're proud. And we're from Kansas.

Many follow up posts to follow! Stay tuned! And if you are new to my blog, check out the Deacon series above. My first novel, They Call Me Crazy, takes place in a small Kansas town and is currently being shopped to publishers by my agent.

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