Road Trip notes

We just got back from the mother of all road trips. I've mentioned that I road trip before. I just like it. Getting out and seeing the open road, seeing the countryside at 80 mph. But getting to sit down with the kids in the back, quiet and happy and strapped in...that's what I'm really going for. 15 hours to Austin. 3 hours to DFW. 12 hours back home. We travelled to see several people. I'm hoping that we did not offend anyone by missing them, by not seeing them, but really. We saw so many people in such little time, the day we woke up to go home, I told Lucy, "We're going home today!"

Her response, "MOM, we need to go see more people!"

Interesting, coming from a 4 year old who had slept in a different place each night for 5 nights.

I revisited my cousin with the pantry, as noted here. She has a new home and new pantry. I told her part of my plans when we got there was to inspect her new pantry. She explained that she has a bigger home with a smaller pantry, almost with a tone of shame. So, I hunted it out as soon as I got there. "Oh, it's a MESS, Les. I haven't gotten to organize it lately." Um, yeah. You be the judge:

I am so not worthy of this woman's greatness.

But the beauty of having a Martha Stewart in the family at Christmas time is sweets! That girl can cook! I was expecting to get my hand on some bourbon balls while visiting my family. It's required at this point. Martha didn't disappoint me. She had a little to-go box for me, packaged just beautifully, ofcourse.

Somewhere in Kansas, on our way back, I was in search of yet another snack. I love to snack continually...non-stop...I'm not even exaggerating, on road trips. The issue arises when I'm working on hour 15 in the car and still gnashing. No joke people. I can do it, and I do. Sure, I've got gum and sunflower seeds, but most of the time it's me alternating between something crunchy and salty and something sweet. For HOURS, I do this. To interrupt my grazing, I call people and catch up on my correspondence. Should someone call me, I usually answer with muffled "Hello" as I chew. I have no shame in the eating game.

Back to somewhere in Kansas... I was driving, and I was in search of sweet. And so, I grabbed a bourbon ball. I took a couple of bites, and Ricardo decided he'd try one. He took one bite and said, "Are you sure you should be eating that while driving?"

I worried for the next two hours that I'd fail a breathalizer should I be pulled over. It was worth it though. Man, that girl can cook!

Upon my arrival, we were greeted with Farley The Wonderdog and a note from his very gracious sitter. Here's an exerpt of the people I choose to surround myself with:
"I let him up on the couch to watch a documentary on Billy Graham with me. Hope that was ok...about the Billy Graham thing! Then he ran upstairs and jumped on your bed."

Good boy, Farley!

That's how I roll.