still haven't decided whether to capitulate and give google access to my photos so I'm held hostage. The photo above was not taken by me
The prompt this week is Road Trips, do you like them and tell us about one
I LOVE road trips, the car becomes like your rolling house, with stuff, drinks, snacks in it and you decide where and when you go. I especially like to take back roads instead of interstates.
We stop when we think something looks interesting, we get out and walk around towns, we see things like the Ill. town with lots of BIG sculptures, we stop to shop at quilt stores, we stop to see natural wonders. This takes a bit of research to know what's on the route.
stopping lets you stretch your muscles, see new things, get lunches with locals, shop, etc. We've stopped because of a sign that says festival! like the Ramps festival in W. VA celebrating everything about the vege ramp which is like onion/ garlic. Of course there was a Miss Ramp Festival if I remember right.
We stopped at art festivals in the adirondaks and music/dance festivals in Maine (where we did zydeco dancing) and Harvest Festivals in VT. as well as many others.
I like being able to see the scenery changes along the way. I like listening to books on disc sometimes finishing a book on that trip (one of the outlander books was heard on the trip to Lake Placid one year)
dh mostly drives so I can stitch on a project, hand over drinks and snacks, research fun things as we go
When I was 5, my mother took a road trip in her big oldsmobile, from Florida to California. It was a crowded car with the woman who often took care of me, my Aunt Marie, My Uncle NC and his wife Eunice who lived in Texas who got in as we drove past Houston, another family couple jumped in near the petrified forest. There were times I sat on laps.
The AC was not working in the desert, and 5 or 6 hefty adults and one 5 year old somehow endured
We spent a night in Las Vegas, where somehow I got away from the mother on a bathroom trip, and stood eye level at a table to watch. All the adults suddenly stopped moving and were statues til the mother grabbed me by the arm ad hauled me away.
we visited Disney land, Knotts Berry Farm, in CA, I think might have dipped down to tijuana where I was photo'd on a mule with a man in a big feather war bonnet.
Even a 5 year old remembers that epic trip
On the blogging front
can't deal with the photo hostage situation. Google demands I give them access to my personal photos before they let me use them here. I clicked on explain this.
The answer? just do what we said, click on complete permission. That was it, not what they are taking control over, not what they are doing with it.
I've listened to the last 2 in the series this week, and have read many of this series but need to figure out which ones I missed. A caterer in the mountains of colorado gets involved in mysteries
Finished this book and am on book two, laughing out loud while reading
I'm not doing much arting as I'm hurting, cooking if I have to.
DH cleaned off the back porch of broken bird eggs and dirt. We put new cushions in the chairs and sat one day last week. In the heat/noise/smell of smoke/ that is our part of colorado. Might be time to open the new bottle oflemoncello
Milo's Moments
gosh y'all not a lot going on, the mama's injured back stops all but walks and ear cleanings. I love her and snuggle her each morning when she comes downstairs. I lean against her leg and look up with my big golden brown eyes, and send her thoughts of...
love and give me a breakfast cookie
she mostly gets it. I can't say as she's fluent in poodlish though... she's trying to learn Italian, and hasn't realized the importance of speaking Poodlish. When I stare at her at night, it sometimes takes 5 minutes to send the message I'm out of water! sheesh!
To go outside, I sometimes have to bite gently at daddy's arm to pull him to the door.
have y'all seen all the bite sized bunnies around these days? my pawrents won't let me pick one up
Have you all gotten your short haircuts for the heat? I did
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| copied my own image online... yea! |
One time this week Mama went to bed early instead of keeping me company til daddy finished his shower and came back to let me out one more time. She just crept upstairs, I got up and sent her a message what are you doing;? do I come up now? so I just followed her, opened the bedroom door myself to see her getting on the big bed without me. Can you imagine? I was kinda peeved I'll admit, I stomped over to the chair I use to get up there and Daddy stopped me saying I still had to go out.
I mean, go BACK down those stairs again? Have you seen how doggies have to go down head first?
Anyway, that's the news from my point of view
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