It has been thirty years since I've been on a road trip with my Mom, Dad and sister and probably about that time since I've had a slumber party with my sister.
Do you realized how much blogging material this creates?
My parents drive much slower....an 8 hour trip to Redding, California turned into a 10 hour day. Gone are the days where Dad would only stop when our eyeballs were floating in our own urine and the only meals we ate were snacks out of a cooler so we could get there faster.
My grandmother, who had never been on an airplane in her life, got her first flight AFTER her death as they transported her back to California. We got a good kick out of that one.
I'm really missing my husband, not out of emotion necessarily, but I can't stand having a stranger talk about my Grandma at the funeral. Chris is the guy who handles all things religious in our family. I volunteered to do it myself but thankfully they all said no. You know how I am with public speaking. Although it would have been nice to lose a few pounds after all the restaurant eating we've done.
Oh, and our first motel was the nastiest thing I've ever seen. NEVER STAY AT THE HOWARD JOHNSON EXPRESS IN REDDING CALIFORNIA! I kid you not! The bed has so much hair in it that if it had a heartbeat it would have been human. We slept fully dressed and wouldn't touch the ground with our bare feet. We hopped from bed to bed to get to the front door and I had to pick pubic hairs off the shower head before my shower. How they got up there, I hope I never find out!
My sweet hubby slipped valentines into my pile of underwear in the suitcase. Can't get much sweeter than that can it?
And I'm sitting at the most high-tech library I've ever seen. They have self service check out and it's as cool as a Starbucks with a cafe and a book store inside.
If I can make my way back here, I'll keep you all posted.
Thanks for all the well wishes and prayers!