This week started off with a Father’s Day celebration in Indiana at my Weewah’s house. Unlike for Mother’s Day we actually took pictures. Mama says that’s what happens when she…
This week started off with a Father’s Day celebration in Indiana at my Weewah’s house. Unlike for Mother’s Day we actually took pictures. Mama says that’s what happens when she takes most of the photos.
I was also initiated into the Father’s Day shirt tradition. Every each I have to make a shirt for my dad. My brothers had their own Father’s Day onsies when they were little too. Someday mama is going to begged Weewah to make a t-shirt quilt out of them. This year Thing 1 picked a mustache theme for everyone. I was glad I didn’t have to think about what I would put on mine.
Kisses from my big brother.
They thought it would be cute to make it look like I was balancing on my brother’s shoulders.
Traveling with our work and home in tow like a turtle time has allowed us an unusual amount of time to visit with family and friends. Our adventure started in…
Traveling with our work and home in tow like a turtle time has allowed us an unusual amount of time to visit with family and friends. Our adventure started in Santa Maria when we spent 10 days with Brent’s family. Afterwards, with short visits with friends and family in between, we traveled to Austin to spent 10 days at my best friend’s house. Now in the dead of winter, we just spent three weeks in Indiana.
Our visit in Indiana felt like we did so much and yet so little at the same time. We’ve been there many times so the pressure to “see things” wasn’t there and our first priority was family.
My parents still live in the same house I grew up in. The house sits on a hill that borders a wood, “the bottom ground”, that, as a child ,was everything from wild jungles to dangerous battlefields. It’s a strange and happy sensation watching our boys drive my mom’s golf cart through the paths just as, if I was lucky, I did with my brother in his golf cart.
Visited the Indianapolis Zoo. I haven’t been in years and was excited to go on an oddly warm January day. I was especially excited to see the gibbons. Funny funky monkeys!
Visited Brookwood Farms. This is the stable where I spent showerless endless days grooming, feeding, water, cleaning, and riding horses. I used to happily sleep outside of my horses stall on a folding lawn chair. Brookwood is run by Rosie, a woman who has spend her life loving animals and kids. Every visit to Indiana includes a visit with Rosie at Brookwood.
“Visited” Slackers Toys R’Us and Walmart after midnight on December 24th in search of Harry Potter legos. Do not do this. Ever.
Ate at Roscoe’s Tacos. Possibly the least Mexican Mexican food ever. In a good way.
Ate at PapaRoux. Po-boys and cajun food in Indianapolis. Don’t judge. It’s good…really GOOD good! Don’t believe me? There was a line out the door in January.
Oh and I spent New Years squealing over pictures of hairless cats hoping Brent might change his mind about another pet. Yeah, I’m loads of fun. Loads.
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.
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.
Brent is not a big fan of cardigans. My polish is always chipped. And the boys torment the cat.
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
Swanky built-in toaster
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.