We Want To Know: Road Trip!

Round two (for me) of We Want To Know Wednesday.  Thanks to Mamarazzi and her friend Queso for another week of digging for my dirt!

And, of course, by dirt I mean more info about me.  Because you didn't already have enough.








{1} What are 3 must haves for a long road trip?
A pillow, a blanket and a driving buddy that doesn't mind me sleeping the entire way to save myself from motion sickness.  Also, said buddy will have to be ok with stopping every three hours so I can stretch my buns.

{2} What was the destination of your most recent road trip?
Corey and I caravaned with my parents and sister to Washington DC and then Virginia.  We both had different versions of the Garmin so we ended up going in different directions, meeting up somewhere in Maryland after Corey and I waited in traffic for-ev-er and my parents stopped at an IHOP for breakfast.

{3} What do you miss most about home when on a trip?
My bed, my dog, my stuff.  Although, I do love, love, love staying in hotel rooms.  There's just something about not having to clean up after myself...

{4} What is the furthest you have traveled on a road trip?
When we moved from California to Indiana we drove.  And we took the biggest detour ever through Mississippi.  It took us two weeks, but that was with three kids under eleven, a dog, and two cars with no air conditioning.

I remember one particular hotel that was infested with fleas.  That may or may not have led my mom to search for bugs on the walls while still asleep.

Then there was that trip from Washington to Southern California, and from way far east New York to Northern Indiana.

{5} Will you "stop for the largest ball of twine, etc" or are you a "hurry and get there" road tripper?
It depends on the trip.  I very much enjoy stopping to see the sights along the way, but sometimes you just want to get where you're going already.

Vague much?

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Enjoy the rest of your Wednesday...I'm laughing already about the Corey story I want to tell tomorrow.


hehe...silly Corey.

A desperate plea

Dear Corey,

For goodness sake, please let me sleep. 

I realize it is soooo hilarious to wake me up five times in the middle of the night to listen to my awkward ramblings, I'd wake myself up if I knew I'd hear me yammering on about crackers and beluga whales (you know how sleep talking stories affect me), but this girlfriend needs her full eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.

I need to be able to keep my eyes open when I iron my pants, drive to work, talk to constituents, eat my lunch, use the facilities, play scrabble with Jill on my phone, and drive home again.  And I'm sure you'd prefer me to be awake during our special time.

You know, when we watch taped episodes of Restaurant Impossible.

Also worth mentioning: I'm downright grumpy and throw pillows at your face.

So, if you don't mind, leave me to my sleep.  And only interrupt if the house is on fire or the dog is doing that gaaarrummph thing before he pukes.

Thank you,
Stacie

Overheard...

In the grocery store:

"...so he burned his butthole."

These are my neighbors, people.

I wonder how the rest of the conversation went...

Weekend Wrap Up: Wine tasting and birthdays

We saw the sun this weekend.

WooHoo!

Also there was some flooding, alpacas, eccentric artists in coat tails and a top hat, a roasted pig, leopard print, a birthday girl, white caps and felt balls.

Put all that together and you get one crazy party. 

A 98-year-old nana in leopard print?!

No, we spread the fun out into two very long days.

Early Saturday morning I dragged Corey with me to an artist community for Harvest Fest; an all day open house featuring animals, art, food, and demonstrations.  People in the northeast reeeeally embrace the fall, and I embrace people who embrace fall.  And Corey embraces me as I embrace people who...you get the idea.

We met puppies from the local animal shelter.  I picked out ten of my favorite ten.  And then I told them I loved them as Corey ushered me by.  We pet alpacas and baby cows, walked around the grounds, ate hot dogs, I bought eight ounces of alpaca wool and then we left.

Lunch was a fabulous mess of all kinds of slop thrown into a container and labeled the "trash can" platter at a nearby drive in.  Fortunately, I digested enough to still be able to enjoy the sampling of food at the local performing arts center's wine and food festival Saturday night.

There was meat, and pasta, and bread, and more meat, and shrimp, and some kind of green veggies, and more meat, and cheese, and cookies.

And then there was wine that sparkled, wine that didn't, wine that was sweet, wine that was really whiskey with maple syrup, and a funny liquor that tasted just like cough syrup with a hint of pistachio.

I may or may not have sampled my share and beyond of everything.

I also may or may not have forced Corey to smuggle out the etched wine glass under his coat.

Good times.

Then there was family time.  Sunday we drove up to Corey's hometown for his grandmother's 98th birthday party.

We took pictures and cooked hamburgers.  And it's a three family affair so there were plenty of stories.

Oliver played with his cousin Reuben, a one-and-a-half year old Springer Spaniel before passing out on the ride home.

I spent the rest of the day felting to a Matlock movie marathon and Corey watched whatever games were on; football, baseball, horse racing, badminton, bass fishing, literally whatever.

And then we slept the sleep of two very sleepy sleeps.

The end.

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Try reeeeally hard friends, have a happy Monday!

Friday Confessions

1.  I make up song lyrics based on what I hear.  For example, Lady Gaga's Bad Romance became, "...caught in a pair of pants, whoooaaaooo."

2.  I also smack butts.  But only butts I know, although sometimes I have to remind myself that certain butts are inappropriate.  Like work butts, or stranger butts, or distant relative butts.

3.  Same with passing gas.  It's as natural a bodily function as breathing, but I have to make a conscious effort to not let this natural function occur in some places.  Home, ok.  Outside, ok.  Car, ok.  Office, not ok.  Clothing store, not ok.  In front of friends, sometimes ok.

4.  I over share.

5.  On our daily walks I allow Oliver to have conversations with other dogs in the neighborhood (read: pee on stuff), and I've discovered were he a person he would be the guy that never shuts up.

6.  I am pleased as punch that Corey is extremely bothered by dishes in the sink, because I am extremely bothered by doing dishes in the sink.

7.  He sent me an itinerary for our day trip up north to see his grandmother.  It included returning home for take out and bedtime by 4:30pm.

8.  His grandmother turns 98.  Not only does she still have her wits about her, she still lives in her own home.

9.  Corey is going to outlive me.  It's in his genes.

10.  In my genes: old lady meanness.

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Happy Friday friends!!

Nighttime Shenanigans

Whoopsie doodles!  I fully intended this morning to tell you about my sleepy time rambles but the time just walked away from me.

Tuesday night I guess I had a doosy.  I warned Corey to watch out for the fruits and vegetables and then swore that I really was awake. 

I started to actually wake up because I remember the look on his face.  He was thrilled!  Corey loves it when I talk in my sleep, and swears he needs to set up a recorder.  "They're priceless!"

So after I started to wake up he ran out of the bedroom.

He ran out.

To write down what I said.

Unfortunately, after he read it to me and we had a good laugh he threw his note away.

Awwww.

Next time....  Then we can all have a good laugh.

Much Needed Getaway

The deed is done.

Corey and I are officially flying back and forth across the country this fall for a two-in-one vacation.

Flying.

Did I mention we would be...flying?

Hello anxiety.

We have a wedding in Indiana; my old high school friend and college roommate is getting married (yay!) and I finally have a chance to get Corey in close proximity to my hometown.

By close I mean two and a half hours away.  But we will be in the same state.  And in the town of my alma mater, Purdue University!

Did you know that both the first man (Neil Armstrong) and the last man (Eugene Cernan) on the moon both attended Purdue?

But I digress.

Very soon after the wedding we get back on a plane....a plane....and head down to Mississippi to see my granddaddy.

I say this about most people I meet, but Glenn Errington really is one of my favorite people.

Corey and I will probably take a spin in the rowboat around his catfish pond, maybe pluck a few for dinner, and drive around town to see the sights: Southern Miss, the Walmarts, Brett Favre's house, etc.

There also may or may not be several buffet dinners in our future.

They're best of the South, you know!

Unfortunately, we can't stay longer than a few days.  Budgets and jobs and adult responsibilities are keeping us from making a month of it. 

Dag-blasted adult responsibilities!

But we're able to get some special-people time in, and I'm happy about that.

Even if we have to fly to get there.