MBM is finally home from all his travels. He really went all over this time -- Portugal (I actually asked the question, "What do they speak in Portugal?" Not my smartest moment ever), Spain, England, the Netherlands, Switzerland, and I think there's another country that I'm leaving out.
Of course, while he's gone, I have no choice but to adapt to "single" life or go crazy. So much thanks go to HG, KA, DK, MB, MS and a few others who didn't let me just sit at home in front of the TV and pack on another extra 20 pounds that I don't need.
The problem with that, though, is you get use to being "single". Bed all to yourself, no one using up all the hot water before your shower, and you actually get to control the remote control. I know. Crazy.
But now, two months later, you have to get use to be married again. It's kinda weird at first, to be honest. Stretching out in bed at night, when you hit somebody beside you in the head (who, luckily, is a very sound sleeper and won't even get their butt to the basement when there is a tornado!), scream "Eeeek!" you remember that your husband is actually home.
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Wednesday, July 9, 2008
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!
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