Highway Blogging

I am on my laptop travelling down I-10. We are in between Junction and Kerrville. This stretch of highway seems to go on and on and on… I was watching a movie on my laptop but it was zapping the battery pretty fast. So, instead, I think I’ll just report on life from the road.

The cops are out in force. Lots of them. We haven’t visited with any of them up close and personal yet. Husband is good about keeping it at an appropriate speed. Lots of dead deer. Gross.

Thing Two is too smart for his car seat. And apparently he is sick of sitting in it. En route to San Antonio, he wriggled out of it and opened his car door. Yes, he opened his door. (We are in Husband’s car this time. He has heated seats. I asked for it this trip.) The child safety locking thing hadn’t been activated on the doors. He OPENED the door. Thank goodness his big brother didn’t shout “jump.” We promptly pulled over and remedied the situation.
Ahhh, the Junction city limits sign. Won’t you join me (visually) as we ride through this lovely city? To my right is the landing strip. Now the exit. Whoever built this new convenience store with the Mickey D’s was freakin’ brilliant. And probably quite wealthy. To my left, Cooper’s BBQ. Yummy. I’m full from the Mickey D’s we had in Comfort. Just past some cattle auction place. And - - we are out of Junction. Good times.

Don’t mess with Texas. I just saw the sign. Some people *do* mess with Texas. Did you know that?

It has drizzled on us the whole way. It is 39 degrees outside. It is pure “blech.” Thank goodness I have heated seats. You know, that’s the only gripe I have about my car. No heated seats.

Let me see if Husband has any pearls of wisdom to add. He says, “Never try to disguise a fart when there are only two people in a room.” He's funny.

Times out. I just had to re-buckle both Thing’s carseats and re-adjust Thing 2’s straps. Again. Ugh.

Did you know that there aren’t any good radio stations between Junction and Menard? Time for a cd. In my car there would be good stuff to listen to. Husband’s taste in music and mine could not be more different. Time for my mp3 player. Much better.

We are now in Menard. We had to stop at the “Tres Amigos” convenience store. Daddy has to make a tinkle. He told me not to take his picture. I have a hard time following instructions. I took two. Oh crap. He just got back in the car asking for disinfectant. “Why?” I asked. “Because the dude behind the counter went on and on about how many times he has puked today and then he fondled my hand when he gave me my change.” Nice. I poured a TON of the antibacterial stuff in his hand. Let the record reflect - - if the pukes invade our household, I’m suing Tres Amigos.

It is now 37 degrees. The closer we get to home, the colder it gets. Yikes.

We are now in Eden. Not much happened between Menard and Eden. Never does. I pulled some pictures off of my camera and put them on the computer. Busy work. It’s nice to do that here so that I don’t have to do that when I get home.

36 degrees. Still rainy and yucky.

I could give you all an account of the rest of this trip, but I doubt that anyone would really care. So, I’m going to shut this thing down and listen to my mp3 player for a while. I hope you’ve enjoyed my tales from the road.

peace