We’re getting ready to go on a ROAD TRIP to my big sister’s (all of four years older then me, she’s SO OLD) college. It’ll be one of the last, as she is graduating this Spring. Her college is 5 and 1/2 hours away. Do you know what that means people? That means 5 and 1/2 hours of being crammed into a small Toyota, next to my two little sisters’ car seats.
Now, you must understand that I LOVE my little sisters, but I have a HUGE personal bubble. I HATE it when people brush up against me. I’d rather they just run right into me. It’s a sensory thing. I can’t stand the feeling of ANYTHING brushing up against me. It drives me INSANE. Now, this will be 5 and 1/2 hours of being squished up against them, having their car seats, and bodies pressed up against mine.
5 and 1/2 hours of crackers and warm apple juice. 5 and 1/2 hours of holding my small bladder, praying for a restroom. 🙂 5 and 1/2 hours being stuck in a vehicle that makes me sick. Oh you HAVE to LOVE getting carsick.
I have a lot of homework to do. Do you know how hard it is to focus on what you’re reading with two VERY LOUD 7 year olds in the car????? It’s impossible for a “normal” human being, and then when you add the fact that I have ADD into it, I’m ridiculous to even THINK that I will get ANYTHING done.
All this to say….I’m excited about the road trip! With all my complaining you’re like RIIGGHHT, but no- I really am. It shows in that I can’t concentrate! I’m already planning how I’ll pack, and what I’ll bring. I’m ready to be there.
Why?
I really just want to get away. You know those times where you’re itching for some adventure? Well, I’m in a mood now.
My poor father. Can you picture him? 5 and 1/2 hours with 4 girls in one small car? Sounds like a bad joke.
Speaking of bad jokes, Thursday my US History professor said a R-E-A-L-L-Y funny story.
“The date was in the 1970’s. There are hundreds of young people packed into the amphitheater. The excitement is high, and people are dancing to the music. It is a ROLLING STONES concert. All of a sudden, a boy jumps up on the stage. He is carrying a rubber duck. He runs on stage, before anyone notices, and hits Mick Jagger in the head with the duck, he then runs to Keith Richards and slams the duck into his head. When the police get control of him, they bring him into the station. “Why” they ask him “Why did you hit Mick Jagger and Keith Richards with a DUCK of all things?” His answer: “I wanted to see if I could hit two stones with one duck.”
The sad part is I’m sitting here thinking….who’s Keith Richards? Any Rolling Stones fans? Don’t kill me…I am but a wee child.
Pray for my sanity as I depart tomorrow (well, being as my time is wrong on my blog, it’s actually midnight, so I guess it would be today!).
I don’t know if I’ll make it……..
I’ll be back late Sunday, and will let you know how everything goes. Leave me lots of love, I might be able to sneak a peak at my site at my sister’s place. We’ll see!
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