A storm blew through our first morning on vaycay.
We ate to pass the time.
A brisk walk was needed to fight off new fat.
Spotting a bog I thought of Meg and her desire to plunge into anything stinky or resembling something wet.
These flowers were growing on the side of the road still wet from the storm.
While leaving on Friday we headed north. Missing the detour I ended up in my hometown Green Bay, WI.
My sister worked at the extremely fattening fast food place of eating located on every continent in the world was no longer there.
My neighborhood conjured up a lot of memories of my youth. Everything seemed over grown and dark. Everything appeared overgrown and dark. But by the time I orientated for the journey it was nearly crepuscular.
In 2007 I posted so much more about the FIFA women’s world cup. Due to complications, such as life I missed most of the World Cup games but luckily not the final. Bummer to U S A.
Had a great time away from home up in the north woods. Caught three tiny Rock Bass while fishing and accidently bonked into some serious rocks while boating. Oops. Puppy was exhausting but thrilling to introduce her to Up North.
Scary images from Japan today. Tsunami warnings in Hawaii and on the West coast of the U.S. Catastrophic images from Japan from the earthquake and tsunami are indescribable. My heart goes out to all.
Maybe someday in __ years or so, restaurants on the side of interstates, won’t include some of the worst unhealthy food while traveling in America.
We made it to Missouri around 0300, Sunday morning.
Around three and a half hours of sleep later the family reunited at breakfast.
The feeling of knowing my mother was taken care of and Meg was safe in Wisconsin eased my mind last weekend. I felt okay to enjoy myself without worry. Preparing for the respite care nurse to stay in my bedroom and at my home was worse than leaving, staying away without worry.
We began the trip home.
Several stops at gas stations for sugary snacks and carbs fueled enabled me to continue driving through tiredness. This solemn unfortunately drawn girl advertised an ice cream stand.
And then we had a flat tire on the side of Interstate 74. The donut wasn’t supposed to go over 50 miles per hour and we still had about five more hours to go home.
We stopped at a small town grocery store to wash our hands.
I couldn’t believe they still sold the plastic barrels of colored sugar water.
The grocery carts were from at least 1970 with the ability to fold up and the actual cart opened up to unload groceries to check out.
I could have spent the whole day photographing this vintage town.
I wonder how much gas cost __ years ago.
We found a Wal-Mart auto center. They didn’t have our tire in stock. Another Wal-Mart __ miles away had it. The manager wouldn’t close until we got there. Midwesternly friendliness filled me with love.
In the middle of a corn field on a gravel road we had taken a wrong turn somewhere.
The perils of driving a vehicle.
During the wedding ceremony the priest lisped the words procreate maybe eleven or so times. Apparently this priest preached willed the bride and groom to bare “many children.” It really frightened me. Not to mention the literature greeting us at the door.
I really wanted to whip out my multimedia device and check out the popular social network and say something clever about Catholic weddings. I didn’t want to offend anyone and decided against it.
The pew snagged my Spanx violently and drastically. I needed to find some new ones before the reception began.
We had a couple of hours before the reception began. The ripped holey Spanx necessitated a trip to the Quincy mall. The shopper’s eyes glared with looks of ‘must be outta towners.’
Control top pantyhose were finally found but no Spanx. I found this odd since this area thrived with obese people. I cut off part of the hose to get myself a little more comfortable. I ended up bruised from the tight elastic.
Perils of beauty.
The trip was long.
Eating homemade brown sugar cookies all day necessitated a trip to the bathroom less than a mile away from home.
A lot of stops were made to load up on sugar and junk food to complete the several hundred mile trip.
The dark roads are hard to conquer with small amounts of sleep.
Scary bridges were crossed.
Some form nightmares.
I stopped at a Dollar General looking for something to record memories on. Inside I found some of the saddest people. In some parts of the US they’d be called white trash but here I think they were just shopping on a Saturday morning. The store mostly consisted of toys. I couldn’t find anything I needed.
It was about to become a very long day of nylons and makeup.
Meg won’t look at the camera because she knows she won’t be coming along this weekend.
It is hard to let her stay somewhere without me.
Miss U.
Roadtrip time. Heading out of town for the weekend. Smell you dudes lata. Be back Tuesday.