Saturday, May 19, 2007
When Did That Happen?!
My husband and I are currently in the process of moving into a larger home and readying the first home for sale. We both also have a lot of different changes going on with our jobs. So, as I sit here on a Saturday night (?!) checking and replying to work e-mail (?!), I can't help but ask myself, "When did I become an adult?" It seems to have happened so gradually. But it's so weird because most of the time I still feel like the dorky girl with frizzy hair who always did her homework.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
17 Hours, 12 Minutes
After some recent work travel, I realized how different my recent travels were from the trips of my childhood. It was so easy to drive to the airport, take a plane to the destination, and repeat the process to return home.
Growing up our family made frequent trips from Kentucky to Minnesota and relatives made the same trips from Minnesota to Kentucky. And we drove. Sometimes the driving was straight through. We could not afford the luxury of airline travel. Hundreds and hundreds of miles in a 1980 Monte Carlo. Parents in the front and both kids in the back. No portable DVD players. No iPods. None of the luxuries kids have today.
When we finally arrived at our destination, or when our relatives finally arrived in Kentucky, it could be midnight, or 5 am, or any hour of the day or night. And the first topic of conversation was, "Made it in 17 hours, 12 minutes .... yeah, the construction around Chicago really slowed us down." There always seemed to be construction in Chicago.
To this day, when it's time to go on a trip, I like to leave first thing in the morning. It's a hand-me-down from my parents who got us out of bed, in the car, and on the road before the sun rose. Not a bad habit, except when your husband grew up much differently!
Growing up our family made frequent trips from Kentucky to Minnesota and relatives made the same trips from Minnesota to Kentucky. And we drove. Sometimes the driving was straight through. We could not afford the luxury of airline travel. Hundreds and hundreds of miles in a 1980 Monte Carlo. Parents in the front and both kids in the back. No portable DVD players. No iPods. None of the luxuries kids have today.
When we finally arrived at our destination, or when our relatives finally arrived in Kentucky, it could be midnight, or 5 am, or any hour of the day or night. And the first topic of conversation was, "Made it in 17 hours, 12 minutes .... yeah, the construction around Chicago really slowed us down." There always seemed to be construction in Chicago.
To this day, when it's time to go on a trip, I like to leave first thing in the morning. It's a hand-me-down from my parents who got us out of bed, in the car, and on the road before the sun rose. Not a bad habit, except when your husband grew up much differently!
Very, Very Bad
Okay, I admit it. I haven't updated this blog in a long time. And, from everything I've heard, that's the ultimate sin of blogging -- to start a blog and never post! Life has been crazy with work, work travel, and we've been looking at adult-sized homes ; ) More to come on those topics soon.
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