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In CategoryNavel Gazing

Check out this awesome message that got caught in my spam filter yesterday –

The next time I read a blog, I hope that it doesnt disappoint me as much as this one. I mean, I know it was my choice to read, but I actually thought youd have something interesting to say. All I hear is a bunch of whining about something that you could fix if you werent too busy looking for attention.

Girl, please. Anyone who reads this swill knows it’s not that interesting. Probably I’d be a lot more insulted if it were properly punctuated.


In CategoryAdventure

We’re here!

I have about 8 zillion pictures of those rocks, but I will spare you.

We got here last Tuesday, just in time for some kind of hurricane-ish thing. It was wild. Supposedly there were 90 mile-an-hour gusts. Ninety miles an hour! That’s hurricane-y, right? I felt like Giraldo, practically.

On Wednesday afternoon, we made our way to the next town over, which has a Safeway and a Walmart. We went to both, because why not double down on the shopping fun the day before Thanksgiving? I pretty much refused to do a big turkey dinner, and bought regular groceries instead. On Thursday morning, we went to the beach.

The Beach!

When we got home, I made chicken-sausage-mushroom-noodle soup and cornbread and called it dinner.

It was terrific.


Nevada and Oregon

In CategoryAdventure

Yesterday was the most difficult day so far – even worse than Wyoming, which was a walk in the park comparatively. There are a lot of mountains all up in the way when driving to the Oregon Coast and not a lot of ways to get across them.

We could either dip way south and drive up, or drive way up and come down. OR! Look – the map shows a teeeny, tiiiiiny red road that seems to cut across to exactly where we want to go.

Note: No more teeeeny, tiiiiiiiny red roads on the Adventure.

I have lived in Colorado my whole life. Mountain passes ain’t nothing but a thang. Until yesterday, when we were cruising along on our little two-lane, no shoulder, no traffic tiny red road, blasting Lenny Kravitz and all of a sudden encountered a sign that said 10% Downgrade Next 6 Miles.

NOW we were on a little two-lane, no shoulder, no traffic tiny road that was covered in snow and ice and had a very scary drop off about 3 inches away. And we were going down at what felt like a 45 degree angle.

Oh, and no guardrails. What’s up, Oregon? I gotta pay extra because I’m not allowed to pump my own gas in this state, but you can’t spring for a few guardrails?

I moved the car from Drive to 3. Then to 2. Then to Low. I white-knuckled it down the side of that freaking mountain going 10 miles an hour, chanting to myself “just don’t look, just don’t look”  at the side of the cliff and telling Jim to pray.

And when we finally made it to the bottom, I burst into tears. I kept blubbering “I was so scared, I was so scared, I was so scared.”

I was, y’all. I was SO SCARED.

Thanks to everyone who has been praying for us. I felt it yesterday.


In CategoryAdventure, Navel Gazing

Saturday we drove from Boulder to Rock Springs, Wyoming. It’s about 350 miles and it took us 8 hours.

Now I know you might be thinking That’s Some Sissy Driving You Did There – What Are You, A Bunch Of Weenies? (or if you’re Kristy, you not only thought it, you texted it to me directly.)


Bear in mind that I have two little kids and they are insufferable in the car. Big kept saying “I just need to move my body!” Poor babies, only Indy drivers are strapped in tighter than kids in carseats. Plus also think how much progress can be made when kids who didn’t have to pee in the nice, clean Starbucks 5 miles ago are suddenly verging on an accident when the only option is the side of the road. Not to mention that they both had been….irregular, shall we say, since we left home 2 weeks ago and Concerned Mom gave them some PediaLax tablets on Friday. Which both happily and unhappily kicked in on Saturday. Of course it would make it too easy if they coordinated those efforts, so we had to stop multiple times for THAT, too.

It’s a post about poop, people. Deal with it.

And that doesn’t even count all the stops to get snacks to shove in their pie-holes so they would be quiet for half a second.

PLUS it was windy and snowy and blowing snow and very scary for a good portion of Wyoming.

We also saw TONS of antelope. Very cute, the antelope.


That was day one.