So, what happened Saturday was a family trip north to "The Region" for my cousin Laura's 30th surprise party. Mom, Dad, Beth, and I traveled in Mom's Camry up the 100-some miles of I-65 to Route 30. I think I have been on that stretch of highway more than anywhere else in the world. I still always climb in the backseat behind my dad, the driver, on these trips. It's my seat, I guess. Growing up, I yielded to my older sister's longer legs that got scrunched by Dad's 6'2" outstretched body. I learned quickly to watch where I put my feet after choking Dad a few times with a few missteps on his seatbelt. Now, it's just where I sit and I think Mom and Dad's cars are roomier these days - so not much threatened space and tension.
|Happy Birthday, Laura!|
This trip included jamming to 60's and 80's on Mom's satellite radio and hanging our heads out the windows to take pictures of the windmills that fill the countryside alongside I-65. It is a pretty amazing sight! Man, I could write all night about past and recent road trips with the four of us. There was a pretty nasty incident that included Red Faygo pop!
Well, back to why I didn't blog. We got back to the hotel late Saturday and I tried to post from my BlackBerry with no luck and I didn't feel like going down to the lobby in my jammies to do it. Then in the morning, the lobby was filled with Wisconsin Badgers and Packers fans and it was just too much for me to handle on a Sunday morning...so it's a lame excuse but it's all I got. Shame on me!