Winter came and went
at lightning speed.
Breathtakingly quick and then it was
suddenly ALL OVER.
at lightning speed.
Breathtakingly quick and then it was
suddenly ALL OVER.
Commencement was a blast.
Parties for a week and after finals
nobody had felt like being in school,
and as they ended...
nobody was except the teachers,
who personally I don't think wanted to
be there either.
who personally I don't think wanted to
be there either.
Hard to believe our high school days were
really over but indeed they were.
Then what.
NOTHING...for a couple of weeks.
SO as the weather warmed it meant
lots more time at our fave haunt.
NOTHING...for a couple of weeks.
SO as the weather warmed it meant
lots more time at our fave haunt.
Yeh, the old iron bridge.
GOD I love this place
and even more now than ever
cause it's where I met Jake.
It's sorta my past and my future
all rolled into one.
The twins liked coming down here
with us and for a week or so,
we would come and have picnics too.
Couple times our moms came
and one Sunday
our dads even came.
Dad and Ryan got a big picnic table
and brought it down and set it up
by the bridge approach.
Big Weber Grill too, and a portable frig
and microwave.
Course that all meant we had to have a generator, and our dads even built a little
house for all of it.
We was good to go, lol.
My dad put up a volleyball net and
we laughed so hard and were so silly.
This was so much fun.
all rolled into one.
The twins liked coming down here
with us and for a week or so,
we would come and have picnics too.
Couple times our moms came
and one Sunday
our dads even came.
Dad and Ryan got a big picnic table
and brought it down and set it up
by the bridge approach.
Big Weber Grill too, and a portable frig
and microwave.
Course that all meant we had to have a generator, and our dads even built a little
house for all of it.
We was good to go, lol.
My dad put up a volleyball net and
we laughed so hard and were so silly.
This was so much fun.
But then it was time for Jakey and I
to go on our graduation present trip...
to the Grand Canyon.
WHOO HOO,
and then we were to drive up to
Palo Alto and meet the family there.
Mom was driving out from Michigan
with her Escalade,
with Mortimer the 1st...
Jen was driving my Mercedes
with Mortimer #2.
See, they get a bit calmer when separated.
Not comatose exactly, but manageable.
Giggle.
Dad and Ryan were driving
a big U-Haul truck
with our STUFF.
A TRUCK LOAD OF STUFF?
BIG one too. We packrats. Trust me.
I heard that Ryan had warned the twins...
"any crap and they be
in the back of the truck,"
and Jake and I fell down laughing.
Oh we was doing our signature,
the wrap and giggle number.
Since college starts earlier than
high school had, it was decided that
we should get out there
so we could get our new house
all situated,
and do all the stuff
we would need to do.
We hadn't had time on the
earlier trip in January.
Mom and Jen had gone out to Stanford
and picked out our house then, and then
we flew out there for a too short weekend
cause of school.
They had taken tons of pictures and measurements and had been busily
shopping and buying what we would need.
We got final say of course, mostly,
but...both moms have great taste, so...
But this way when it was time
for school to start,
WE READY. YAY!
or a reasonable facsimile.
YEH RIGHT!
The twins were gonna stay on with us
after the 'rents left for home,
OH JOY...
and would fly back a week or so
before their school started in September.
I have a hunch...
this was not only their idea.
Call it a
BREAK FOR THE 'RENTS
FROM THE SPASTICS.
Hee.
____________________________
We had a super time at the Grand Canyon,
after driving leventy-leven hours
during which my adorable heinie
set a land speed record for NUMB.
TONS of pics. Lots of ooh and ahh,
and that was just for the hotel breakfast.
HEY...it was goodie.
Then we drove down to I-40
to make our trek westward.
YUP.
JUUUUST...
1 Jake, 1 Dusty, 2 hyper twin blurs of
looney and an SUV
full of CRAP.
Which the twins were
constantly sifting through looking for
God knows what.
"Hey what IS that?"
whispered of course.
"I don't know. You?"
"Hell NO.
What do we do with it?"
"When we get there...
shhhhhhh..
we ditch it."
"YEH...GOOD THOUGHT."
These two, needless to say,
require constant
monitoring.
I've had PETS easier to
manage and housebreak.
DO THEY EVER STOP?
Short answer? NO.
Ever seen a fireworks display
that giggles?
I just hope the residents of Stanford
appreciated the effort we had made to
bring them this much entertainment
FREE OF CHARGE,
and just send the bill for damages
to their folks.
I call that
'WELCOME TO COLLEGE'
GOOFUS STYLE.
Ok, we found the house and it wasn't easy
since Michelob & Coors in the back seat had dominion over all things MAP.
Uh, WHY?
We had the GPS up front but no.
THEY KNEW BETTER...
and proved it...NEVER.
WHY?
I kept asking myself.
NEXT TIME...
OMG, NEXT TIME?
I shuddered.
But we finally found the house,
thanks to the GPS
(which we kept hidden or tried to,
but it's a big blabbermouth you know.)
"AT THE NEXT INTERSECTION,
PLEASE TURN RIGHT."
(From the back seat:)
"Yeh, that's right.""WHAT YOU SAY?
No is not. See?"
and the pitched battle would begin
which both Jake & I ignored,
fearing whatever calamity
might befall us,
house (SUV) and home
if we took sides.
We pulled in alongside
Jake's Escalade and my Mercedes
(proving that driving long distances WITHOUT 2 motormouths
IS INDEED FASTER.
The two dads were also here,
albeit barely, with the Monster Truck
from Ye Olde U-Haul.
YAHOOOOO, and then I heard
doors opening in the back,
and screaming and hollering,
and...
WE HATH ARRIVED,
as moms and dads and
OMG SANITY
emerged from the house to greet us.
We hugged and kissed and
Jake & I were EVAH so grateful
for reinforcements. LOL.
REALLY must tell you how we
got roped into taking Mis and Fits
to the Grand Canyon with us.
Soon as they set the bail hearing for us.
Was NOT the original plan
which I was really happy with
and said so, LOUDLY,
but to no avail.
PFUI.
"CAN I REGISTER A FORMAL C...?"
"NO."
"PFUI."
Anyway we was here now
and now the fun would begin.
UNPACKING, putting away,
more unpacking,
more putting away,
re-arranging...
watching the twins re-arranging,
following behind them and...
You get the idea.
"What ARE you DOING?"
"Looks better there."
"No it doesn't."
"SURE it does."
"NO."
(one looks to other.
"Where do you think he got HIS taste?
DAD?"
"Must be.")
which brought Ryan into the mix
which did little for his
emotional stability OR
overall mental health EITHER.
I pointed out how
THIS is what we had just spent
the last week doing...
thanks very much.
He grimaced.
"Been there Dusty.
14 years been there Dusty."
"You have mah DEEPEST sympathies."
"Thanks."
Then it was on to...
"PUT THAT DOWN."
"NO,"
and....
But...finally round one
of home inversion came to a
screeching halt and dining OUT
came to Bear. LOL.
Nice homey restaurant a few blocks
from the house, (good to know)
with truly tasty edibles
and a pleasant decor.
"God, WHAT a DUMP,"
said Mort to Imer.
"Hush, now. No.
It's nice...ALTHOUGH..."
"GRR."
This just as the woman owner
approached us at the
front hostess stand. Sigh.
Maybe have to wait a few weeks
before making a re-appearance.
But as I said the food was right tasty,
and there was a BODACIOUS salad bar.
YUM.
Then we went home to the new housie
to SLEEP.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
SLEEP.
Wrong, GROWL.
to go on our graduation present trip...
to the Grand Canyon.
WHOO HOO,
and then we were to drive up to
Palo Alto and meet the family there.
Mom was driving out from Michigan
with her Escalade,
with Mortimer the 1st...
Jen was driving my Mercedes
with Mortimer #2.
See, they get a bit calmer when separated.
Not comatose exactly, but manageable.
Giggle.
Dad and Ryan were driving
a big U-Haul truck
with our STUFF.
A TRUCK LOAD OF STUFF?
BIG one too. We packrats. Trust me.
I heard that Ryan had warned the twins...
"any crap and they be
in the back of the truck,"
and Jake and I fell down laughing.
Oh we was doing our signature,
the wrap and giggle number.
Since college starts earlier than
high school had, it was decided that
we should get out there
so we could get our new house
all situated,
and do all the stuff
we would need to do.
We hadn't had time on the
earlier trip in January.
Mom and Jen had gone out to Stanford
and picked out our house then, and then
we flew out there for a too short weekend
cause of school.
They had taken tons of pictures and measurements and had been busily
shopping and buying what we would need.
We got final say of course, mostly,
but...both moms have great taste, so...
But this way when it was time
for school to start,
WE READY. YAY!
or a reasonable facsimile.
YEH RIGHT!
The twins were gonna stay on with us
after the 'rents left for home,
OH JOY...
and would fly back a week or so
before their school started in September.
I have a hunch...
this was not only their idea.
Call it a
BREAK FOR THE 'RENTS
FROM THE SPASTICS.
Hee.
____________________________
We had a super time at the Grand Canyon,
after driving leventy-leven hours
during which my adorable heinie
set a land speed record for NUMB.
TONS of pics. Lots of ooh and ahh,
and that was just for the hotel breakfast.
HEY...it was goodie.
Then we drove down to I-40
to make our trek westward.
YUP.
JUUUUST...
1 Jake, 1 Dusty, 2 hyper twin blurs of
looney and an SUV
full of CRAP.
Which the twins were
constantly sifting through looking for
God knows what.
"Hey what IS that?"
whispered of course.
"I don't know. You?"
"Hell NO.
What do we do with it?"
"When we get there...
shhhhhhh..
we ditch it."
"YEH...GOOD THOUGHT."
These two, needless to say,
require constant
monitoring.
I've had PETS easier to
manage and housebreak.
DO THEY EVER STOP?
Short answer? NO.
Ever seen a fireworks display
that giggles?
I just hope the residents of Stanford
appreciated the effort we had made to
bring them this much entertainment
FREE OF CHARGE,
and just send the bill for damages
to their folks.
I call that
'WELCOME TO COLLEGE'
GOOFUS STYLE.
Ok, we found the house and it wasn't easy
since Michelob & Coors in the back seat had dominion over all things MAP.
Uh, WHY?
We had the GPS up front but no.
THEY KNEW BETTER...
and proved it...NEVER.
WHY?
I kept asking myself.
NEXT TIME...
OMG, NEXT TIME?
I shuddered.
But we finally found the house,
thanks to the GPS
(which we kept hidden or tried to,
but it's a big blabbermouth you know.)
"AT THE NEXT INTERSECTION,
PLEASE TURN RIGHT."
(From the back seat:)
"Yeh, that's right.""WHAT YOU SAY?
No is not. See?"
and the pitched battle would begin
which both Jake & I ignored,
fearing whatever calamity
might befall us,
house (SUV) and home
if we took sides.
We pulled in alongside
Jake's Escalade and my Mercedes
(proving that driving long distances WITHOUT 2 motormouths
IS INDEED FASTER.
The two dads were also here,
albeit barely, with the Monster Truck
from Ye Olde U-Haul.
YAHOOOOO, and then I heard
doors opening in the back,
and screaming and hollering,
and...
WE HATH ARRIVED,
as moms and dads and
OMG SANITY
emerged from the house to greet us.
We hugged and kissed and
Jake & I were EVAH so grateful
for reinforcements. LOL.
REALLY must tell you how we
got roped into taking Mis and Fits
to the Grand Canyon with us.
Soon as they set the bail hearing for us.
Was NOT the original plan
which I was really happy with
and said so, LOUDLY,
but to no avail.
PFUI.
"CAN I REGISTER A FORMAL C...?"
"NO."
"PFUI."
Anyway we was here now
and now the fun would begin.
UNPACKING, putting away,
more unpacking,
more putting away,
re-arranging...
watching the twins re-arranging,
following behind them and...
You get the idea.
"What ARE you DOING?"
"Looks better there."
"No it doesn't."
"SURE it does."
"NO."
(one looks to other.
"Where do you think he got HIS taste?
DAD?"
"Must be.")
which brought Ryan into the mix
which did little for his
emotional stability OR
overall mental health EITHER.
I pointed out how
THIS is what we had just spent
the last week doing...
thanks very much.
He grimaced.
"Been there Dusty.
14 years been there Dusty."
"You have mah DEEPEST sympathies."
"Thanks."
Then it was on to...
"PUT THAT DOWN."
"NO,"
and....
But...finally round one
of home inversion came to a
screeching halt and dining OUT
came to Bear. LOL.
Nice homey restaurant a few blocks
from the house, (good to know)
with truly tasty edibles
and a pleasant decor.
"God, WHAT a DUMP,"
said Mort to Imer.
"Hush, now. No.
It's nice...ALTHOUGH..."
"GRR."
This just as the woman owner
approached us at the
front hostess stand. Sigh.
Maybe have to wait a few weeks
before making a re-appearance.
But as I said the food was right tasty,
and there was a BODACIOUS salad bar.
YUM.
Then we went home to the new housie
to SLEEP.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
SLEEP.
Wrong, GROWL.
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