Monday, May 29, 2006

Till Tuesday

Tuesday was when I was going to post again, but I am one of those annoying people who always arrives early. Invite me to a party at your own peril.

The cold/allergy attack coughing all day and night thingie seems to have deserted me for now. My youngest daughter is starting to get sick at this point. We never used to get sick this often. I am beginning to feel like we are the unhealthiest family on the planet.

I promised my oldest that we would let her finish high school. That is two years away. As soon as the diploma is in her hot little hands, we may be leaving the area and moving somewhere else - like inside a plastic bubble.
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We took a drive on Saturday with no specific destination in mind. I asked my husband if we could drive down Hwy 49, as I never had been there.

It was a pretty drive with winding roads, lots of trees and a big river. Then we took Hwy 89 (or 88, I forget.) towards Jackson.

We passed through many of those little towns that make me say, "Oh, I want to live here."

For me, those are the towns that are pint-sized with one main street. The houses are usually New England style with beautifully manicured lawns. and you can see the locals congregating to gossip.

We could never afford to live in one of those Mayberry-type towns without winning the lottery or putting the kids up for adoption. But still, I have the fantasy every time I see one.

My husband turned on the radio and I half-listened to a commercial. A man's voice was sternly announcing that drunk voting was a crime, just like drunk driving.

Drunk voting, huh? Actually that sounds like fun to me.

Usually I go in sober and vote for the candidate that sucks the least. But if I went in drunk, I could spin in my booth with my eyes closed and put my finger on the card. Then I could vote for the politician whose name my finger hit - kind of like pin the tail on the donkey. (or elephant)

In fact, the only reason I vote is so I don't have to hear annoying people say, "You have no right to complain if you don't vote."

I vote solely so I can complain.

But back to the radio commercial. Drunk BOATING - it was drunk boating. OHHHHH - Now it made sense.

We kept driving towards the mountains. Our van has a gauge that shows the outside temperature. It gradually went from 64 degrees to 30 degrees.

The day went from sunny to gray. Patches of snow were on the ground. We stopped to use the restrooms. People in coats were staring at us like we were crazy in our t-shirts.

We were almost two hours into the drive. The kids had gotten impatient a good forty-five minutes ago. It was going to be quicker to continue going the way we were than to turn around.

We continued climbing the mountain. We saw a massive lake that was mostly frozen over. It began snowing!

We had to eventually pass a freaked out lady on the road. I looked at her as we drove by. She was hunching over the steering wheel with a terrified look.

Is there some law regarding women that says if you pass fifty, you have to drive around like a semi is going to hurtle across your path at any minute? I see so many women clenching that wheel with their teeth gritted while they go ten miles below the speed limit. What gives?

We braved on and ended up in South Lake Tahoe. For the last forty minutes, my bladder had been so full, I had been wishing to find the perfect clump of trees, a clump large enough to hide my butt while I squatted. Only we were in an avalanche area, so my husband couldn't have pulled over even if I would have peed by the road.

Lake Tahoe was amazingly quiet. My husband asked if I wanted to stay in a motel or head home.

I told him I had to pee RIGHT NOW and I wanted a motel thank you very much. Plus, the kids and I were road-tripped out.

Tomorrow I'll finish this story. It has gone on long enough, much like our road trip.

11 Comments:

Blogger MsCellania said...

Thar's snow in them thar hills! Any day of the world, it can snow in the mountains. Yep.

It would be entirely appropriate it you now head to Las Vegas, since you seem to be Doing the Summer Road Trip thing.

So I await your next installment. (and remind me, if we do a road trip together, to stop and let you pee and avalanche be damned!)

9:19 PM  
Blogger Liz said...

I've been to Lake Tahoe! Wow, hard to imagine there was snow on the ground somewhere while we were having a sweltering weekend in DC...

6:52 AM  
Blogger Mary Poppins said...

Over here in Puerto Rico, there has to be alot of DRUNK VOTING..cuz the people we have running our island..must've been elected that way..there's no other explanation..

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I envy u..a Road Trip..I could never evah! do that with my daughter...It's like signing an application for suicide...

7:36 AM  
Blogger verniciousknids said...

What a great post...I'm still smiling :D

We're considering a road trip starting tomorrow...though it'll be a bullet train trip if we do!

8:12 AM  
Blogger OldHorsetailSnake said...

Damn! What a great husband! Lets you make all the decisions and drives well.

A keeper.

9:43 AM  
Anonymous mad rabbit said...

I have never heard of a little (or even alot) of warm pee causing an avalanche. You have seen too many bad B movies. (and I happen to know you don't even watch much TV.
Next time just pull over. Your white butt will blend right in and unless you scream really loud you should be OK

11:02 AM  
Blogger Ms.L said...

Oooh it sounds wonderful Carolyn.
Well all except the need to pee BADLY part,hahahahaa. Too bad us girls couldn't just turn our backs and *go* like boys can.
Going for drives like that is one of my favourite things to do!
I can't wait for your next installment!

12:31 PM  
Anonymous Crazedmomof4 said...

The lake sounded real pur-ty!:D Wish I could've seen it. I always want to take road trips but my husband only likes trips without me & the kids.

Your pee story reminds my of my cousin & his little friend, when they were toddlers. The friend wanted a wee wee like him, so she could pee like a boy. If you had a wee wee you could go in a bottle. Then your husband wouldn't have to worry about stopping the car. I'm sure your husband is glad that you don't!:D

3:21 PM  
Blogger Lori said...

Lake Tahoe what a wonderful road trip to take.

5:44 PM  
Blogger Carolyn said...

Thanks Vernicious.

Crazed - I have wanted a wee wee since I was a small child and saw my cousin urinate in a three foot stream. Penis envy, that's me.

7:37 PM  
Blogger Sarah Louise said...

Drunk boating...gotcha!

I've never been to Lake Tahoe--the drive sounds lovely. How fun to just start driving with no destination in mind!

4:30 PM  

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