A family on the road living fulltime in an RV.

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Sunrise Coffee Kisses

Brent and I could have fun together in a cardboard box. Put us in the mountains at sunrise with cameras and coffee and 2 hours feels like 2 minutes. The…


Brent and I could have fun together in a cardboard box.

Put us in the mountains at sunrise with cameras and coffee and 2 hours feels like 2 minutes.

The day after the cast and crew left Brent and I got up at 5:30 am to film b-roll (him) and take pictures (me).

There was dew.  There were ducks.  There were shadows. There were jumping fish and croaking frogs. There was some nut job a girl army crawling across cracked pavement to get within feet of a rabbit.  (Ahem.)

There was no one else there around the lake except the critters and us which meant there were also….

….kisses.

Who doesn’t like coffee breath kisses at sunrise.

With Love,
Jenn

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Fireworks and Whispers

We haven’t had much time to think about, much less prepare for, our upcoming road trip.  We’ve been busy preparing for our last big project, a video shoot for a…

We haven’t had much time to think about, much less prepare for, our upcoming road trip.  We’ve been busy preparing for our last big project, a video shoot for a local publishing company, before we hit the road.

We headed up to our location, Pine Mountain Club, on the 4th of the July to spend four days with 13 people who were almost strangers. Brent and I were sad to be missing fireworks with our boys but excited for the adventure ahead.

On the 126 highway, we passed a man with a long pony tail sticking out from under his patriotic bandana soaking up the sun next to his lady as they cruised in their old convertible. I knew it was going to be a good 4th.

It’s all about being in the moment, fireworks or not.

And this week there were many moments, some as large as fireworks others as faint as whispers.

Strangers bonded.  Storms loomed over the mountain tops.  Meals were shared.  Prayers were said.  Prayers were heard.

The crew was amazing.  They know how to work and laugh.  The first day of shooting we found ourselves striking the set in the middle of rainstorm.  We were wetter than fish and yet I didn’t hear one complaint from the crew.  Not one.

The actors were committed and caring.  If there was a diva in the bunch we never knew it.

Brent and I experienced the immense satisfaction and challenge that comes with being a team in a new game.  We saw our strengths and weaknesses and let God fill in the gaps.  Those big ole’ gaps.

Laughter, tears, sarcasm, love, frustration, compassion, fear, joy.  It was all there on our little set and in our cabins.

With love,
Jenn

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Our Father’s Day Tradition

We only have a few traditions in house and most of them have to do with food. Except… Father’s Day. Every Father’s Day, the boys decorate Brent a shirt.  This…

We only have a few traditions in house and most of them have to do with food.

Except…

Father’s Day.

Every Father’s Day, the boys decorate Brent a shirt.  This has been our tradition since Brent’s first Father’s Fay when I decorated the shirt with puffy paint like a 10 year old in 1987.

Now the boys decorate their own shirts but since they are “new school” they draw pictures of MacBooks.

And iPods

And swords. And guns.  And blood.
(At least I still see a few hearts.)

 

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It’s 20011! Didn’t you know!

The perfectionist!

“Don’t mind me.”

“Why don’t you take a picture, human? It’ll last longer.”

“You won’t even try pulling me off this box.”

Every father’s day they wear them for Dad.  I’m not sure how long this will last but for now I’m enjoying every moment.

Afterwards, I wad them up in a box in the closet because someday I’m going to make one of those “t-shirt quilts”.  I will.  Never mind I can’t sew a straight line without wanting to throw my sewing machine against the wall.

With Love,
Jenn

 

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Back to Baltimore.

Cobblestone Row houses Dragon Boats Fire Jugglers Ships Shark Submarines A Lonely Carousel Food (Crab cakes? Yes, please.) Museums History Welcome to Baltimore’s Inner Harbor I love being with my…

Cobblestone
Row houses
Dragon Boats
Fire Jugglers
Ships
Shark Submarines
A Lonely Carousel
Food
(Crab cakes? Yes, please.)
Museums
History

Welcome to Baltimore’s Inner Harbor

I love being with my family.  Nothing comes close to joy of exploring with Brent or the joy of seeing our boys delight in the world around us.

But…

Every once in a while, it’s good to be alone.  It’s good to find solitude among a crowd of strangers.  It’s good to soak up unfiltered sights and sounds.  It’s also good to remind myself that I can fly by myself, arrange transportation by myself, and read a map by myself.  Yes, I’m a big girl.

This week was rough.  It was the boys last week of school, I’m helping Brent with a big project, and I was just down.  Not sure why but it happens.  Tonight, I dreamed of taking a mini vacation…alone.  I decided to “go back to” Baltimore.

I felt the wind of an approaching storm as I stood on Federal Hill.  I tasted greasy crab cakes.  I slipped through the fence of a vacant carousel.  I got lost with myself.

Now, I’m back and ready to tackle the week ahead but I’m looking forward to going back to Baltimore next year with the ones I love.  I want to visit the National Aquarium, hold Brent’s hand on Federal Hill, and ride in a dragon boat with two boys while they still think dragons are cool.

With Love,
Jenn

 

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Peek-A-Boo

The other day I was walking back to my car when I spotted a squirrel. I love squirrels.  Actually I’m one of those odd “rodent girls”.  (Squirrels are rodents aren’t…

The other day I was walking back to my car when I spotted a squirrel.

I love squirrels.  Actually I’m one of those odd “rodent girls”.  (Squirrels are rodents aren’t they?)  In highschool, I had two pet rats named Rocky and Rambo. Don’t judge.

Back to the spotted squirrel or, should I say, the squirrel I spotted because he wasn’t spotted he was tan like most common squirrels.

But unlike common squirrels this one wanted to play peek-a-boo!

Peek-a-boo!!!!

My favorite.  Cute little fellow.

Much love,
Jenn

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Backyard Pugs

Before we moved into my parent’s place to save money for our upcoming adventure, we had a backyard. Oh the possibilities! One afternoon, it was particularly hot and everyone was…

Before we moved into my parent’s place to save money for our upcoming adventure, we had a backyard.

Oh the possibilities!

One afternoon, it was particularly hot and everyone was particularly cranky.  We decided to seek comfort under the big avocado tree in our backyard.  We set up a fan (because we’re classy like that), spread out a blanket, and read a book.  Everyone’s mood changed dramatically.  It was a small change of scenery but since we normally read on the couch reading outside became an “adventure” (kids are so easy to please).  Adventures always help bad moods.  And the fan!  Who doesn’t love a fan on a hot day. We weren’t the only one to enjoy ourselves so did the pugs.

With love,
Jenn

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Land Sailing in Primm, Nevada

Unplanned discoveries are usually the most memorable of all. Last weekend, Brent and set off on yet another road trip to Vegas.  Before this year, the last time I had…

Unplanned discoveries are usually the most memorable of all.

Last weekend, Brent and set off on yet another road trip to Vegas.  Before this year, the last time I had been to there was when I turned 21.  My grandparents and I drove across the desert and celebrated with room service at the MGM Grand. (I party hard yo’.)  In the past 6 months, I’ve been to Vegas four times.  Four times.  In those four visits, I’ve gambled exactly $5 and “Kitty Glitter” ate that up in less than 5 minutes.  Hiss.  I’ve also kicked a few heads, hence, the regular trips to Vegas.

On this particular trip, we decided to stop at Primm.  There is something about Primm that intrigues and amuses me.  We wandered around the dreary outlet mall for a bit before we deciding to follow the dirt road to the Ivanpah dry lake bed.  Unbeknownst to us, there was a land sailing competition or festival of some sort taking place.

Out on the lake it was warm and breezy.

I insisted on snapping a few pictures of my love.

And he of me.

But what really grabbed our attention were the kites that filled the sky.

The kites danced while their riders glided across the dry earth.

A land sailer who had come all the way from Great Britain for the event.

It was oddly quiet and we were quite content to be with our thoughts fleeting about like the kites in the distance.

With love,
Jenn

 

 

 

 

 

 

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In Search of Our Nomadic Home – Part One

My realilty and ideals rarely match up and the search for a nomadic home has not been any different. The Ideal We’ve been dreaming about this trip for a few…

My realilty and ideals rarely match up and the search for a nomadic home has not been any different.

The Ideal

We’ve been dreaming about this trip for a few years.  In my head, I’ve always seen us rolling down the highway kicking up dust in an old restored bus conversion or even an Airstream. The sun is setting and golden rays reflect off the worn aluminum.  Brent drives along wearing a cardigan with wooden buttons while Bon Iver or Nick Drake plays. My perfectly cherry red pedicured feet rest on the dashboard. The boys hang out together discussing whether they want to read or play Scrabble.

The Reality

Brent is not a big fan of cardigans.  My polish is always chipped.  And the boys torment the cat.

And this…

…the engine.

Brent’s response when we looked at a 1953 vintage bus conversion?  “You don’t have to work on it.”

We’ve been looking at RVs for a few months now. This was one of the first we saw and she charmed me.

I saw character. I  saw myself in vintage aprons. I saw potential.

Brent saw old.  Brent saw me with PMS and no privacy.  Brent saw work.

He’s probably right but take a look at this pad.

Only Front “door” knob

Groovy orange chairs

Built in magazine rack

Legit lighting

Swanky built-in toaster

Dashboard fan

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I’d love to replace “PRIVATE COACH” with “NEWSCHOOL NOMAD”

Not sure about the toilet flush button.  Seems like trouble.

All of this for $6000.

However, at that price the toilet may be the least of our troubles.

More than likely we’ll end up with something newer, more reliable, more spacious, and, to some a little, “obnoxious”.  Despite my imagination, we are not posing for an Anthropolgie catalogue.  We are going to be living life with two young boys, two pugs, and a cat.  Living life means Brent is going to be working. The boys are going to be schooling and playing.  I’m going to be blogging, cleaning, and cooking sometimes with PMS so a new fangled slide out or two extra room might be nice.

Still a girl can dream.

And the search continues.

With love,
Jenn

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Who, what, when, and why????

(photo by Raya Carlisle) Well to our almost brand new blog.  Since, this is the first post and I’ll get straight to the point with the 5 Ws. Who ? Brent,…


(photo by Raya Carlisle)

Well to our almost brand new blog.  Since, this is the first post and I’ll get straight to the point with the 5 Ws.

Who ?
Brent, Jenn, Thing 1, Thing 2, Meow Cow (the cat), Nigel, and Nico (the pugs)

What?
A year long cross country road trip.

When?
ASAP.  Which realistically means sometime this fall or possibly early winter.

Where ?
We would like to see all 48 contiguous states.  If time and finances allow, we would also like to drive up to Alaska.  Hawaii would be awesome but I’m not sure how well the RV would do in the ocean. However, we are sort of thinking about adding some rocket boosters to the RV and checking out the moon.

Why ?
To learn about the country.  To learn about each other.  To slow down.  To live simply.  To live with less.  To seek adventure.  To seek God.

From there I’ll let you decide if you want to stick around.  I hope you do!

With love,
Jenn

 

 

 

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