Hellooooo! I’m glad everyone likes the “voice of Mon”. Good to know for when I’m out of town next… (Hey Mon- I’m putting you to work.)
So my road trip out went well. Or at least as well as it could. Construction plagues me every where I go. As does Christian Rock stations in the middle of Illinois. Nothing against it, I just don’t prefer it. I got a little tired of listening to Enrique every 20 minutes. I did like it, Enrique. But after hearing about how you “like it” that often, I stopped. Sorry. I will now save that tune only for when I’m fist pumping in the club with Pauly D. In the end, I compromised with the smooth sounds of Ryan Seacrest. Apparently he’s quite popular in mid-Illinois.
Anyways, I thought I’d just give you a quick recap of the highlights of my little trip so far…Bad Idea #1. When you go to Subway and say “large iced tea”, and they ask if you’d prefer the 32 oz or the 44 oz, do not say “hell yeah, let’s go with the 44 oz!” when you are at the beginning of your 8-hour journey. It was as big as my head. My bladder is not as big as my head. Simple math, Amy…
More simple math? Add another one that size and that’s how much iced tea I had the entire trip. I don’t learn from mistakes- which is a trait I seem to carry on throughout all aspects of my life. Sigh…
And how freaky does my neck vain look? Ew.Bad Idea #2- adding red onions to your sandwich. It’s not that I’m concerned about my breath so much (I’ve gotten out of the habit of making out with truckers at trucker stops- it only ends in heartbreak), but they’ll pile them on. Which means I pick alot of them out. And just crumple the bag and toss it to the side. And they sit. And sit. And sit. And pretty soon your car will reek of onions. Gross. I think it still smells.Finally made it to St. Louis! Hooray!
During rush hour. Booo….
I also miss getting into the playoffs. (What is the deal, Cards?!?!)Stopped and met up with one of my lovely ladies, Laura, for dinner. Mistake #3- pace yourself well on roadtrips. I ate way too early and had the shakes by the time my food came (probably partially due to the tub of iced tea I put down earlier). No good. This wrap vanished as quickly as it came.
Since our dear Mary was down and out with a serious head cold, and because Laura picked up some more hours for work for the next day, I made the last minute executive decision to finish the entire drive (versus spending the night in St. Louis like originally planned) and go the last 3 hours that night. Because I’m a champ.And with the help of my good friends caffeine and sugar (Swedish Fish? How’d you get in there??!?!), I did it. I only regretted the decision to finish the drive for about 15 minutes in a downpour outside of Jefferson City. My window wipers don’t seem to be up to par.
I rolled into good ol’ St. E around 11:45. Both of my parents were up when I got home. I’m suspicious that they were actually sleeping and set their alarm, but I won’t say anything…I also woke up to rain. Considering the wedding this weekend is supposed to be an outdoor affair, this is no bueno. The sun later came out, but we need this rain business to go away completely!
By the way, if you look in the upper most left corner in the picture above, you can see some of our closest neighbors. Say howdy!The cat also is not amused. I’m not 100%, but I’m thinking this is the cat my mom endearingly calls “puke cat”. Because it likes to eat grass. A lot of it. And then I’m sure you can guess what it does next. On our new patio. Regularly.
I believe I’d have stronger words for the little stinker, but my mom’s much more of a lady than I ever claim to be.After a walk with my mom and some working out with my resistance bands (Yes, I travel with them. No, I’m not ashamed.), much of my day looked like this. Reference my Subway drink of choice and then the picture above and you’ll get an idea of how much I love iced tea. I love it at home the most. I’m aware my mom uses an iced tea maker (is that cheating?), but it’s still some of the best ever.
And that’s a new library book. I finished I Know I Am, But What Are You? by Samantha Bee (love her now), and picked this one up because they finally had it waiting on the hold shelf for me. I still have a whole stack that I checked out last time, but I’ve been waiting forever (or two months- same difference) for this one to become available and wasn’t gonna miss my chance to read it! I love Sloane Crosley. And like to think I’m like her. But in Chicago instead of New York and with less disposable income.
So yeah. That’s the last 24 hours in a nutshell. Just so you know, I haven’t been commenting on the blogs, but I’m still very much stalking you quietly. Not to creep you out or anything…
I hope you all have a great weekend- I’m off to the rehearsal dinner!