Trippin to the wisco..

22 hours in the car... seriously not advisable. When looking at the map, Wyoming and Nebraska are deceptively small. I mean, how long could it take to get across a state that hardly seems to be an inch long on the map? Let me tell you how long.... 7 hours, 15 minutes, 3 stops for gas and snacks, and one whole bucket of windshield wiper fluid... every insect on the planet decided to commit suicide on my car that day. Don't worry folks, its gonna be a bug-free summer cause I killed them all. So that was just Wyoming... Nebraska was pretty much a repeat performance but add in watching a storm roll in for 50 minutes. That was cool.

So we (sis and Ace) started our trip at 5:30am. A quick stop for gas and walmart snacks and we were on the road. Not 15 miles into the trip we kill a bird. No joke. I swear the thing pretty much had a hangover from too much memorial weekend partying, fell off his branch, and mid-fall hit our car. I thought for sure my sister was going to start crying 15 miles into the trip. Me on the other hand, I was thinking about if the damn bird left feathers and guts on my car. Eh, by the time I checked there was no way to determine what was bird and what was insect... so I just let them all "hang-out" on my car.

14 hours into the trip and we haven't even made it to Iowa yet.

Can I just say, traveling is a strange experience. I mean we are in 2009. We have modern technology... iPods, computers... we landed on the moon for pete's sake! Don't you think we could have decent roadway rest-stops with restrooms that were cleaned sometime in the last century? And why is it that every creepy dude on the planet stops at these places? And here I was afraid to move in with Jammie! Ha, she is an angel compared to these dudes. She at least has teeth! (whoa, I'm so glad to be 4 states away. The punch on the arm I would have gotten for that one could have left me permanently disabled!) I did see some guys that could really do for that Husband #1 gig. I mean they were rich... smelling, covered in dirt... actually I'm feeling a little queasy jokin about this so I'm gonna stop. I would never ever ever wish them on Jams. Never!

So have you ever watch "Over the Hedge" the kids movie? There is a little squirrel named Hammie. Interesting and silly little chap. While driving the night shift from 5-11 I felt like my face was permanently frozen into the hammie face. Eyes wide, huge grin, and bouncing like I had consumed a river of red-bull. Some kind of strange over-tired, too much caffeine, slightly delirious state of mind. I had bad cell reception and my sis sleeping in the back, so I had to endure myself like this for hours upon hours. And then in 20 seconds it was gone. I was smart enough to pull over right then. Cause seriously I would not have made it another mile. Oh geeze.. I wish I would have some picture documentation of that period in time. I'm sure if Jammie would have been there she could have made fun of me for years to come. As it is... tough luck all... Hammie Ace is forever gone. You lost out!

Oh there is so much more to write about 22 hours in the car... statues of a wolf, watching my sisters reaction to stories about Jammie and I as I tell them in person, eating at the Cracker Barrel, battling my iPod, listening to books on tape, the "lounge" in the back seat, breaking my co-pilot chair... yes there are stories.

But one to end this very long post.... we finally pull into Wisco as the sun is coming up. I grab my pillow and blanket to crash inside. And as I pull my blanket up to snuggle in... I.... smell... well I smell something! For the first time I realize that we (Jammie and I) really do have a new smell! At first I think it smells like Jammie, but then I realize there is a hint of something other than Jammie smell. (Don't tell Jammie, but I cried... ok bawled... cause it brought back good memories and I might have missed my best bud). I guess she was right... I smell! But now she does too!!!