Thursday, September 15, 2005

We're off.....

I'm not talking "mentally"!

We're off to beautiful uptown Visalia. Gateway to the Seqoiahs. Yeah. That's where we're going to spend our anniversary. How many years? Well, let me see. I guess it was back in 1976 that we decided to hitch up our tents. 29 years ago we left Ventura on a "camping trip" which started in the Soqoiah Redwoods. We've "hooked up" in one forest or another since then and have nothing but awesome memories to show for it. Life is great!

We leave behind the possibility of a cherished nephew passing a cursed kidney stone and a beloved daughter-in-law birthing a beloved grandbaby. It's hard to leave under these circumstances, but one thing you learn as you get older is that everyone can get along just fine without you if they have to. But we love you all still!

Don't have too much fun while we are gone. WE'LL BE BACK!!!

Comments:
please someone tell me how to stop these stupid add-blogs without screening out ALL my friends.
 
They are annoying, aren't they?!?

I know that you and Randy Sr will have an absolute fanastic time this weekend! Have fun and do not wish you were back here for a second. The grandbaby and the kidney (though HOPEFULLY I pray not the stone) will be here when you guys get back. We love you! Happy Anniversary! xoxo

By the way, you spelled "Sequoia" wrong. It's the only word in the English language that contains every vowel. How's that for some trivia to get you goin on your journey?! :-)
 
That's funny, 'cause I checked it with my spell check and that's what I got. I knew it looked wrong, but I didn't bother to go any further. Oh, my God! I feel something scary happening. I'm supposed to be the smartest one in this family. I feel a passing of the baton comming on.
 
But just to one up you: it's not an English word. It's an American Indian word. Cherokee to be more specific. HA! Beat that!
 
I AM Cherokee Indian. So, it's actually MY word. There! Take that! :-)
 
While you children squabble I am busy doing the deep thinking expected of the smartest person in the family.

Mom, I grabbed that baton from your hand when I was about 9. I replaced it with a paper towel roll. Look. See. All this time you thought it was a baton.

Don't feel too embarrassed, anyone could have made the same mistake.

Except for me of course.
 
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