Road Trip!

April 11, 2012

Their family vacation plans fell through and so my sister in law asked if we would like to join them for a road trip out to St. Louis. We would stay with my sister and brother in law for a day or two and then spend a couple of nights at our ol’ faithful hotel, the Drury Plaza in Chesterfield. (Is it sad that we are so fond of this place? Yes? Well, sad it is then!) It seemed at first as though K would be able to go with, but after a little more consideration it appeared best if he stayed home and worked as well. It was at this point I almost backed out. You see, I’m not much good without my husband. And I like him. Though we were leaving mid-day on Tuesday and arriving home early evening on Saturday, it was the longest we’ve ever been apart. And I nearly backed out.*

But, I didn’t.

And we went. We saw. We made some great memories. We had a grand time. We were exhausted!

Tuesday was spent driving. And driving. And stopping. And driving. 8.5-9 hours after B and I left our driveway, we were there! Wednesday was spent exploring Washington, MO with a picnic lunch by the river, throwing rocks in the water, and window shopping with the kiddos. Grilled burgers and hot dogs, salad, deviled eggs, and homemade salsa filled our tummies that night.

Thursday was a great day for the St. Louis Zoo! And apparently a great day to walk! Between parking a mile away (we thought we were much closer to an entrance than we actually were…oops!), leaving our food in the car to go back for at lunch (done before we knew we parked a mile away!), and enjoying as many animals as our little legs would take us to…our bodies definitely racked up some mileage!

Friday may have been my favorite day. It included a trip to see both the people and the place of my old office which made me all sorts of happy. A pit stop past Donut Palace…enough said, really! Lunch at Qdoba. A packed afternoon at the Magic House followed by Coldstone Creamery. Yeah, I’d say that’s a pretty good day. Oh, and lest I forget, my sister and brother in law also went to the trouble of getting Tucker’s wings that night…a big deal when they don’t offer takeout!

There was swimming and bubble baths, eating and talking, giggling, and yelling, memories and so much fun!

The trip home went swimmingly, well, apart from that incident where B got in his just-turned-2-year-old cousins face and told her she was a bad girl for going potty in her pants and then continued (later in the car) to scold her for the same and let her know all of the things she was not allowed to do because of it….”no screaming, no louding, no basketball game, no playing, no gassing (he may have been influenced by our pitstop for gas), no eating ice cream, no talking on the phone…”

And now, for photographic evidence!

Trying out the new Strider Bike…a birthday gift from Grandma and Grandpa!

Waving to the train!

Rock hunting and throwing.

The making of a coordinated jump!

Look Ma, no hands!



B was the master of disguise at the Magic House, as seen in the numerous pictures below! 




*For the record, I had a great time. But I still think it would have been better with K along for the ride!

Ahh, memories.

June 18, 2010

Over Memorial Day weekend we packed up and headed out west with St. Louis being our destination. Exactly one year had passed since we moved away and we couldn’t have asked for a more enjoyable way to celebrate. It was somewhat surreal at times driving through the places that not long ago we called home. And yes, for those who remember us not so fondly referring to the area as Misery instead of Missouri, we did finally get to the point we called it home. We have some amazing memories from the years we spent in that town…none of which I would want to forget. Okay, maybe the time I nearly froze my finger off. That one I could forget. Oh, on second thought, no. Though terribly dumb, it makes me laugh every time! But, back to the subject at hand.

Saturday was spent catching up with some dear friends. The last we all were together was January 2009.

Though we didn’t know it then, three of us were pregnant in this picture. That sounds misleading…two of us were clearly pregnant. People knew. The other…not so much. Come to think of it though, she did polish off dinner like a champ that night! Jackie, you can even tell her I said that. I think she’ll appreciate it 🙂

The day, which started with reunions and introductions, went by way too fast and ended way too soon but left me feeling way too blessed…beyond what I will ever deserve.

Thank you God for laughter and new life, fellowship and familiar friends.

Tune in next time for the rest of the trip!

Driving along the interstate I noticed a car up ahead. I smelled it first actually, very clearly burning rubber. And the cloud of smoke behind it confirmed. Nonetheless it was continuing along. Thirty seconds later I caught a glimpse of the right front tire, flat as a pancake, flopping along. Five seconds later, it peeled and the skin (called an alligator I think) rolled to the side of the road. So now, driver, who is now on the exit is traveling along at approximately 25 miles per hour on just a rim, metal squealing on the road below. I’m thinking his car is ruined or in for a mighty repair job!!

As I exited the same interstate two miles up the road I noticed the cars on the ramp getting onto the interstate across the way were stopped. As I got a little closer I realized that it was apparently time for the 25+ geese and offspring to cross and naturally they took the right of way. No hurries and no worries for them as they meandered across that section of road, certainly unaware of their impact!!

Oh, and then I drove to a nearby state park and picked these along the side of the road!!! Mmmm!!


May 10, 2008

Our headlights on Big Red struggle to say the least. On a clear night we can occasionally see ten feet in front of us, but not straight in front, kind of out to the side and front of us. Basically they are useless.

So much to our surprise on the way home from our big group tonight we noticed a figure in our headlights. There isn’t much we see in our headlights, and there isn’t much out and about at 11:42PM so that was slightly odd. Turns out it was Clayton Cruz, the English Springer Spaniel. Out for a near midnight stroll I suppose.

We stopped. We got out. We whistled. Clayton ran strolled faster (he didn’t look the running type). Back in the car we drove 10 feet to catch up thinking maybe he would jump in the car. We stopped. We opened the door. Clayton stopped, stared, turned, and trotted on. UGH! Back in the car we drove 10 feet to catch up planning this time to stop and tackle if need be. We stopped, flipped the caution lights, and hopped out of the car. K recited the phone number and I dialed. Mid-dial Clayton’s owner pulled up.

11:45 we were on our way home and so was Clayton Cruz.

Nice meeting you Clayton!

You see that break in the roof, just above the balcony. Well, that’s a hole. And sticking out of that hole is a raccoon’s head. He was just scanning the surroundings, looking left and right, watching the day go by. He sat for some time and got a bit tired as one look out our balcony door caught him mid yawn!

Makes me wonder if those noises I hear at night occasionally are squirrels on the roof or raccoons IN the roof. On second thought, I’d rather not know.

Recently around these parts it has been, well, wet to say the least. And while I’m not a big fan of storms I will admit that there is something very amazing and refreshing and relaxing about the roll of thunder, the flash of lightening, and the continuous sound of rain pelting the windows and rooftops. The other night as we were driving west looking at yet another mighty suspicious sky I was reminded of a rainy/stormy night of the past. These pictures were taken out our window after a summer evening storm and haven’t been subjected to any editing. Makes them all the more eerie don’t you think? But all the more cool too!




Imagine Our Surprise

March 22, 2008

To walk outside one day last summer and be greeted by none other than Ricky Bobby himself. He stuck around for most of the morning but was gone by supper.



We aren’t sure of the due date…in fact, we don’t even know who the father is. But we got news the other day that the most consistent of the stray cats that frequent our apartmenthood is going to have kittens. GRRREAT! Pardon me for my lack of excitement. I think coming face to face for the second time with a wild raccoon on our steps because of its interest in the cat food on our landing left me a little frustrated. Not to mention scared! I’m sure it was comical to watch me run as fast as I could down the stairs and out to the street, but don’t laugh, you’d have run too!

I’m off to plan the shower…