We hit the road last Thursday and our first stop was Atlanta to see Tanya’s daughter graduate from the Police Academy. Twelve weeks of grueling PT, being tasered, pepper sprayed, shot at (with simulation rounds), and beaten up finally culminated in her graduation ceremony and being sworn in as a police officer. Proud mom moment.
The weekend was filled with fun and laughter and good food
and family and sunshine and thunderstorms and shopping and more food. It was exactly what a celebratory weekend
should be.
Patrick and I both have work in Houston this week, so I flew
in while he drove Le Bus (and this is how it will be referred to henceforth). At the end of this week we’ll finally be “officially”
on our way, but lest you think we’re wasting precious time, think again. We are
learning plenty of lessons as we go, and because we’re selfless like that,
we’re happy to share them with you:
Lessons Learned On the Road:
Hampton’s foam pillows are better than Marriott’s feather pillows. I’m picky about my pillows and it had to be said.
A Krispy Kreme donut hot off the
line is worth ruining your diet (and selling your soul) for; to quote Patrick, it
was “a party in my mouth.” In fact, it was so good I went back to the counter
and tried to purchase another one. The cashier gave it to me and wouldn’t take
my money; I’m torn between suspecting she recognized a woman in the throes of a
sugar fix or thinking she was just embarrassed for me because of the drooling.
But guess what? No regrets.
A Moment of Silence Please...When the car you’re towing is
covered in red stuff…it’s NOT ketchup as I innocently thought. The good news?
We didn’t kill whatever it was. The bad news…we couldn’t avoid driving over it afterwards.
Ick. Sorry.
See your sister whenever you can.
We shopped, we laughed, we talked, I gave her a cool ring, and she took one of
my kids home with her – it was a great trade.
Patrick took this picture of us
while experimenting with camera filters and she said it perfectly captures our
entire relationship; she earnestly paying attention and me telling her what to
do in her ear. (This is a lie but I will let it go since I am the older wiser
sister…)
Texas Barbeque ain’t your momma’s
barbeque. Not sure if I’m a fan, but I did like the t-shirts. Feel free to
edumacate me.
Notice the tiny stuff. Patrick was
entranced with this coffee cup lid – a tiny heart that snapped into place when
open. (Have I mentioned how wonderful it
is to be crazy about a romantic Frenchman?)
See old friends whenever you can.
We had lunch with our friends Karen and Mark but completely forgot to take
pictures. This is not surprising because this woman and I went back to school
together (at the advanced age of “noneofyourbusiness”) and logged 37,000 miles
walking and talking through Towne Lake while we solved marriage, family,
children, and world problems. We were BUSY, ya’ll… and nothing has changed. We
talked non-stop through lunch and then ran off without capturing the moment. So here is a picture of them looking the way
we all once felt inside…young, happy, and completely unaware that our children
would someday fall on the floor laughing at our wardrobe choices.
I’ll bet you have a picture like
that…if you’re brave enough, share it.
If not, just look at it and laugh a little and find that happy again.
L
