tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31650527984942479352024-03-21T04:19:44.698-07:00Ze Great L&L Cross Country Couch Crawl & Car CruiseDon't ever allow life to be anything short of a superadventure^2.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287554693616867848noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165052798494247935.post-10501126568834811302011-03-02T08:15:00.000-08:002011-03-02T08:15:06.278-08:00Regrettably, We Didn't Make it to North Dakota...which means I still don't know whether to believe in it or not, even though I've seen its license plates.<br />
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Actually, our decision to skip the other Dakota (we were planning to drive up to Fargo for lunch on our way from Rapid City, South Dakota to New Ulm, Minnesota) wasn't quite as regrettable as I anticipated it might be.<br />
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We started in Rapid City, drove out to Mount Rushmore and the Crazy Horse Monument (the latter was very impressive!), and then made our way on small highways up to Pierre, South Dakota - the state capital. And, well...there wasn't much of anything there. In Pierre or outside of it. No lakes, no hills, no roads, no people. Just...snow. Flat snow. So we retracked ourselves straight to New Ulm, Minnesota, where we saw Hermann the German and did a tour of the Schell's Brewery - the second-oldest family-owned brewery in the US...second only to Yuengling (shoutout to all of our PA friends).<br />
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Oh, North Dakota, what ARE you?Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287554693616867848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165052798494247935.post-43259642912256004992011-02-27T18:47:00.000-08:002011-02-27T18:52:32.618-08:00Well hello Ms. Mississippi!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">oH 190. We're coming down the road! Almost back in beantown? Not yet. </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I'll post again later, to relay our L&L adventures since leaving California, but wanted to share something very important with you all. Tonight's supper surprise: www.galacticpizza.com <-- A magnificent Minneapolis masterpiece. We've ordered 'The Original' and 'The Paul Bunyan'. To be continued...</span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165052798494247935.post-12762700416979650882011-02-24T20:51:00.000-08:002011-02-24T20:51:29.899-08:00Just a Few Miles from Central Time...Check one Dakota into existence. We're going to bed in Rapid City, South Dakota. <i>We're in a Dakota. </i>That's the wildest and most mystical thing that's happened so far, I think. Worth a few sentences on the good ol' blog.<br />
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Hang tight for our Mount Rushmore pictures, coming soon!Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287554693616867848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165052798494247935.post-83542707783465718282011-02-23T15:28:00.000-08:002011-02-23T15:35:13.824-08:00Gimme Some West Coast Lovin'<style>
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<div class="MsoNormal"> I think I remember time. Does it determine the hours and the days, whether they’re passing or stalling? </div><div class="MsoNormal"> Let me tell you something about time: It doesn’t exist on the road. Has it been over six weeks already? No, really, has it? We’re already in Montana, the place we thought would be the most desolate, snow-slammed nowhere on the USA map, heading east on I-90. EAST! That’s homeward bound. And excuse me, but isn’t I-90 the Mass Pike? Just like I-80, which only theoretically ever existed for me west of Ohio, the Mass Pike always stopped at Albany. But here we are, in Missoula, Montana, trucking along I-90 East toward the small states. And while we’ve still got 2,500 miles to go, it feels like we’re closing in on home.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Not only do the weeks and the miles fly by, but so do the hours. Accomplishing pretty much anything has been next to impossible. How to type words into a computer when there are Cascade Mountains or Pacific cliffs or unknown lakes to look at? How to write postcards when in Spokane, Washington looking at a friend from college whose face has been missing from my life for four years?</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Despite the intense lack of down time and productivity, I’ve been having pretty much the best time of my life. Everywhere we go, a whirlwind of fun just funnels up from the ground and sucks us in. And somewhere in that twister, a whole bunch of really great food is always swirling around. Here’s a sampler of some of my favorites:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Fish tacos (San Diego, CA):</b> Crispy fried fish on the inside, a side of ceviche on the outside…who can argue with that? Especially when the seafood gets wheelbarrowed over to the joint on ice, fresh from the boat! Couple this with some full-submersion swimming in the 58 degree Pacific Ocean (no wet suit) and one of the best standup comedy shows I’ve ever seen (for FREE!), and you’ve got my two days of summertime paradise in February. Just add in a cheeseburger and a milkshake from In ‘N Out if you think you can handle the bliss.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>A hamburger with mac and cheese on top, and a bite of Andy’s bacon cheeseburger sandwiched between two glazed donuts (Santa Cruz, CA): </b>Both a whole lot better than they sound, and I don’t think that’s because we’d already been wine and beer tasting for 2 hours. Although…the wine and beer tasting was certainly sensational. We sampled wine made from grapes grown in the Santa Cruz mountains, just after experiencing The Mystery Spot, where a 17 degree lean into thin air is just as simple as standing straight up! (No, really, our 17 degree leans had nothing to do with the alcohol. I swear.)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Double dinner of sausage and crispy tacos (San Francisco, CA): </b>Not the best taco I’ve had on this trip (not by a long shot), but the circumstances make it worth a mention. After a wild boar apple sausage with spicy chili on top (now THAT was a superstar meal), I headed out with my companions, Jen Esq. and Jill. We met up with a few former Peace Corps Volunteers and old college friends and San Francisco’s so-called Boston College bar, where several of us found ourselves a bit hungry again. Jen pointed to dingy sign across the street, a square of wood and chipped paint matted to the side of a brick building. “Tacos!” she read. So we went. This was no taco joint. It was a posh, bumpin’ dance club with buckets of Dos Equis and $2 Taco Tuesdays. So we ate, and we danced, and we screamed above the bass in the secret taco bar off Polk Street.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Jalapeno and Cheese Fritos (somewhere on I-5): </b>Thank you, Jill, for buying these. Or no thank you. But I ate almost the whole bag anyway.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Vegan multigrain bread and wine, wine, wine! (Bainbridge Island, Washington): </b>Obviously, the vegan multigrain bread was just a snack between wine tastings. But it was pretty solid for being eggless and dairy-free. And, at Seattle’s famous Pike’s Place Market (before we boarded the ferry to the wine tastings), I also sampled chocolate pasta (true story) and the acclaimed pepper jelly (which can cause tummy pain if it’s the first thing you eat in the morning, I learned). I talked myself out of buying either of them, though. Which, of course, I now find regrettable.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">There are many more stellar meals and moments I could mention, but it would take far too long! After all, we've been on the road for six weeks. And for two weeks, we've had a true taste of the West Coast. Believe me when I say that the West Coast is beautifully delicious. And sunny, to boot!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And now, for some <b>buffalo burgers in Missoula</b>. Oh, the hips and thighs! </div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287554693616867848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165052798494247935.post-53815346274510283182011-02-16T12:11:00.000-08:002011-02-16T14:23:29.412-08:00L&L Cross the Country!<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Helloooooo out there! Just checking in to say WHAZZUP from NoCal! I'm sitting over here at Kate's in Alameda, jammin' out to Cat Stevens holding her laptop hostage for the moment. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">(Kate is an RPCV gal pal from the TZed who endearingly refers to me as 'The Daughter I Never Wanted'. Kristen, Kate's 'Prodigal Daughter', visited San Fransisco in December. C'mon now, can't a girl get a break?)</span></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">----------------------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Dear Blog-a-ma-bobbers, Greetings!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Currently in my 11th week of cruis'n across this great ol' country of ours I'm bodaciously over budget, yet bubbling over with new magnificent memories. A grand trade indeed, I declare! Not wanting to keep you from your workday, I'll ramble off some of my favorite moments of the past few days since surviving TammyNats first booboo on the open road from Boulder...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Wyoming: When do I move in?!</span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Arriving at Bev's in Jackson to a plate of pasta topped with elk?! :)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Waking up to a view outside the window that belongs outside my dream home...</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Watching Laura ski for the first time! Plowing her way down the slopes at Jackson Hole</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Cruising with Bev down the 4,100ft runs in the shadows of Grand Teton</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Walking around downtown Jackson, wishing I was wearing long-johns under my jeans?!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Sitting side-saddle at a cowboy bar... for reals</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Driving through the elk refuge, and by driving I mean shotgun napping...</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Enjoying grilled cheese and tomato soup and movies, already wishing for another day in winter-white Wyoming</span></li></ul></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Utah: Ahh!</span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Discovering Crown Burger's special sauce</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Hitting the pillows at Hilton thanks to Baba Mueller :)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Relishing the quiet moments in Zion Nat'l Park</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Adventuring out on Greyhound, bound for a Superbowl in San Diego!!!</span></li></ul></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Arizona & Nevada...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">nice napping through you! I'll be back another day, promise :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">California: A Coastal Cruise to Remember...</span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Smiling as Ethan snapped my first (of this trip) Cali beach picture</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Being schooled on the art of table shuffle board in Pacific Beach (or as the locals say, PB)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Cruising 'round SD, finding the perfect fish taco with Matt</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Reuniting with a preschool pal, keeping warm under the heat lamps at Fashion Valley Mall?! :)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Laughing our tooshies off at a surprisingly stellar comedy show with Kelly Marie in Normal Heights</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Surviving a best-night-out with Ethan, killing wii zombies, making friends :)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Absorbing the warm SoCal rays at La Jolla, smelling the sea lions</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Hiking the Hills and holding up the Hollywood sign with Laura</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Finding Michael Landon's star on the Walk of Fame for Mom :)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Catching up with college gal pal, Courtney, the better half of the displaced Jones duo, to the tune of Thai Elvis in LA</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Staring wide-eyed at the indescribable views of Highway 1... (this will stay on my To-Do-In-Leiha's-Life-List forever)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Moving into PetSmart, watching Cynthia's pup, Maggie, learn how to sit/stay/lay... ruff!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Meeting a kickball team captain whilst crashing a party in Campbell, signing Cynthia up for her kickball career debut!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Playing soccer on a Sunday morning under the shining NoCal sun...</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Scouring the farmer's market, shopping for veggies and such in Mountain View</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Watching Jacob blow up an air-matress with lungs of steel</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Discovering the expansiveness of Bay Area transportation with Kit and her bellybutton</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Watching as 7RPCVs converge for a Valentine dinner to remember (Jill's here!!!)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Talking about life, family and friends in Mangio Village with Adrienne, the only other RPCV to know it as home</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Watching Ellen's 90s standup and babysitting with Rashad... fo shizzle.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Walking the East Bay, perusing book stores, doing errands, sipping cafe coco and having wonderfully normal moments with Kate in Alameda</span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span">When I set out on this couch crawling adventure in December, my only goal/hope for this grand undertaking was to reconnect with old/new friends by spending their everyday moments together, catching up on life as it's been lived since yesterday. So far, I'm humbled by how magnificent the past 11weeks have been! Laura and I have 4-5 more weeks on this open road together and I couldn't be more excited to see what's in store for tomorrow. (FYI: We've managed to persuade another RPCV pal, Jill, to cruise the road with us through Seattle! Three cheers for displacing friends on Ze Great L&L Cross Country Couch Crawl & Car Cruise!)</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">To-Do: </span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Finish uploading pics from cell phone before cell phone is lost/destroyed!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Wine tasting with Laura & Jill?! and/or meet Jacob in Durbin at 5pm</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Salsa dance with Cynthia in Los Gatos</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Catch up with Laura & Jill in San Jose</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Drive over the Golden Gate Bridge and through a Redwood, en route to Oregon!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Bound for Seattle on Friday...</span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span">PS- Kate just placed a "roasted seaweed snack" beside me on the table... Oh, California. Bon appetite!</span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165052798494247935.post-91517364742551335962011-02-07T08:18:00.000-08:002011-02-07T08:23:58.128-08:00You're Lucky...<style>
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“You’re lucky it’s only 17 below out here. Just on the other side of the mountain it’s negative 36.” That’s what our friendly Wyoming State Trooper said when he came to check up on us and our melted tire. And now, as we sit in the car waiting for the AAA tow truck, we count ourselves lucky to have half a tank of gas (enough to keep the car running), food (leftover pizza from last night), and seat warmers. And a working radio (a small miracle after my can of ginger ale exploded and froze all over the electronics last night).</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">To keep our spirits up, here are some awesome things we’ve seen since entering Wyoming about two hours ago.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thank goodness we came across a gun shop within 45 minutes of entering the state. I considering buying a rifle, just in case we fell into a ditch and had to hunt wildlife for survival. Or just to fit in. Whichever.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Because who doesn't need to pick up a saddle and feed when shopping for a necklace?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Signs for the highway we’re on, which is I-80 West. This probably doesn’t seem like a big deal to most of you, but Route 80 passes by about ten minutes from where my parents live…I get on 80 East to go to New York City, 80 West to go to my friend Nicole’s house, and that’s about it. Theoretically, I know 80 continues into Pennsylvania and even Ohio, but only mystically did I think Route 80 continued all the way to the west coast. Until today, when I was forced to face the fact that Route 80 exists West of Ohio, the Mississippi, and even west of the Dakotas (holy crap! <i>I</i> exist west of the Dakotas!).</td></tr>
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Later, in an unrelated incident (we weren't even on I-80 anymore), we saw:<br />
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We also saw billboards advertising a Dinosaur Dig and <i>The</i> Museum of the Mountain Man. Fo Reelz.<br />
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So, at last, thank you Bob the extraordinary man who stopped for us to help us change our tire (and his family who waited patiently while he did so), and both state troopers who ended up stopping - the one who actually helped, and the one who provided moral support. You were all very nice.<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And thank you, Wyoming, for providing enough entertainment (I'm sure I saw things that I'm forgetting to write here) to keep us occupied on your roads.<br />
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Anyway, let me catch you up on our adventures, because it’s been awhile since our last real post (I don’t count that bit about the deer legs in the back of the Texan pickups as a real post…do you?).<br />
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It was a long drive from the farm in Arkansas. We retraced our steps just one state south of where we’d headed west across Missouri, driving back east across Arkansas for the first five hours. And then…we arrived in Memphis. We toured Graceland, and that’s where we adopted Elvis Presley’s slogan, “Takin’ Care of Business…in a Flash!” Why? Because it’s hilarious. And stellar. And, it's what we've been doing: flashing through the continental United States, one by one, and takin' care of lots of business. Here's how Elvis signifies his ability to TCB on the wall of his TV room in the basement:<br />
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Here are some pictures of Elvis’ first floor, since you’re obviously curious (everyone is):<br />
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I wasn’t actually allowed to lean that far over the table, which I found out when the alarm went off, but it’s winter, there aren’t too many tourists, and the guards could see I was harmless. So I got away with it. (Also, look at the ceiling!) Elvis (like Leiha) really likes carpeted walls, too:<br />
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Before we left Memphis, we stopped for lunch at <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/guss-world-famous-hot-and-spicy-chicken-memphis">Gus’s World Famous Hot & Spicy Fried Chicken</a>. Please don’t ask me how that was. If I think of it now, I might be tempted to drive back to Memphis and never leave again.<br />
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I’m going to skip around a bit here, because I want to let Leiha write about New Orleans, which is where we went next. At least, I want to let her do justice to the NOLA nightlife, since she’s the one who enjoyed it. I went home at 2am…and anyone who’s ever heard of Bourbon Street knows that’s basically the definition of a party pooper. <br />
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Leiha’s high school friend Lyndsay (think awesome) flew down from Boston for a weekend in The Big Easy. We picked her up at the airport, and all three of us enjoyed the Southern hospitality of a family that represents just about two and a half centuries of New Orleans history. And that is a HUGE shoutout to Marielle and her parents. And the street named after their family. <br />
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Oh. And I have to tell you about the ghost tour. Carla, our tour guide, took us through the Lafayette Cemetery and New Orleans’ Garden District. She was a smash hit. Not only did she know all of the neighborhood ghost stories, but she also knew the neighbors. She knew them so well, in fact, that one of them joined our tour, and then let us have a look around his beautiful mansion. Which used to be a church and is now haunted by two priests – one good and one bad. In the moment, stories of housekeepers and cooks who had felt phantoms slap them across the face for using foul language seemed pretty intriguing, but now that my disbelief is no longer suspended, I’m more interested in the fact that Nicholas Cage, who once owned the house, replaced the gorgeous stained glass windows with plexiglass. Plexiglass? Really, Ghost Rider?<br />
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Enter…Texas. The Alamo, The San Antonio River Walk, Texas barbecue in Austin, and a long, long drive through the state and up the Texas panhandle, across the Oklahoma panhandle, and onto a Rocky Mountain High. More on THAT coming soon.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287554693616867848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165052798494247935.post-43011015262994345262011-01-24T08:45:00.000-08:002011-01-24T08:45:43.178-08:00Deer legs in rigor mortis popping up over the walls of a pickup truck bed...We must be in Texas.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287554693616867848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165052798494247935.post-33381505673843845022011-01-19T09:45:00.000-08:002011-01-19T16:05:17.931-08:00No, No...A Cross Country Food Crawl, For Sure<style>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal">Ah, the KC barbecue budget. Let me tell you something about traveling across America: It involves a LOT of eating. And there’s absolutely no way around that. There was Geiger’s cheese soup in Virginia, wings at the line dancing establishment in Nashville, Farm Boy in Kentucky, barbecue in Kansas City (oh, the barbecue!), and now we’ve had fresh farm produce (yum!) and a meal at a local brewery in Arkansas. We’re looking at more barbecue in Memphis, who-knows-what-kind-of-Cajun-food in New Orleans, some acclaimed fried chicken from a truck in Austin, and again, who-knows-what in Colorado. Basically, when you drive your way across the USA, you’re also obligated to eat your way across the USA. Jiggly love handles, ho!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><p>Not that we’re complaining. This barbecue was worth some jiggle.</p></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">yes, i made this photo extra large, because it deserves it.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><p>Mmm mmm mmm…thank you, Molly and Caleb, sweet old friends of Leiha’s, for introducing us to Jack Stack’s burnt ends and ribs. And I will never, ever forget the cheesy corn. Break my little heart right into my small intestine…because that was delicious. Another thank you to Molly and Caleb for your quite eclectic CDs (eclectic as in: Beyonce selections from Destiny’s Child to Put a Ring On It, Christian rock, and a several unidentifiables…oh, and two Christmas songs). Here's your shoutout:</p></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">from left to right: Ryan, Josh, Leiha, Lisa, Laura, Molly, and Caleb. and in front, a statue of a little boy peeing...and behind, that's a Starbucks full of entertained onlookers.</td></tr>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">And now, we're chillin’ at James and Jane’s farm in Winslow, Arkansas (population 399…true story), using their wifi, and staring out at the rolling vista of the Boston Mountains. We've been spending most of our time here reminiscing about Peace Corps, remembering terms such as "safi duka," watching this guy's <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/dberg918#p/a">awesome and felicitous youtube videos about the PCV life in Tanzania</a>, and wondering, "What the hell were we thinking?" Also, a question for anyone who was NOT ever in the Peace Corps: Does this PSA make sense to you? How does it make you feel about trying Peace Corps?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">And...a hike later today, at Devil's Den State Park, and tomorrow morning, we're on the road again! Are you lonesome tonight, Graceland? Because tomorrow, we're comin' to see the king! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
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</div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287554693616867848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165052798494247935.post-53222402910691978972011-01-14T13:13:00.000-08:002011-01-14T13:21:26.310-08:00Go West Young (wo)Man, Go West!<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It's 1pm on Wednesday and here I am, sitting shotgun in Tamara Natasha, a big cheshire cat smile spread across my face. The past 24 hours have been a rush of ridiculous fun and I feel compelled to share the details immediately.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-----------------------------------</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We pulled into Nashville just as the sun retired for the night, checked into our choice accommodation at the Music City Hostel, and selected that night's outfits from our dresser (also known as a car trunk, or perhaps a boot). As Laura busied herself posting the events of the past few days, I contacted an old high school comrade to meet up with us in our quest to take downtown by ze great storm. On the agenda, the only thing on our agenda mind you: line dancing. And dancing in (something that may possibly be described as) a line we did! Tim, Laura and I twitched, twisted and twirled our way around The Wild Horse Saloon to our ho-down hearts content, and then some. A gold star for our efforts, for sure. (Only a few times did I misstep due to an uncontrollable fit of laughter. Okay, maybe a few more than few. Between the expressions of Laura's seriousness and Tim's bafflement, what do you expect from me?!) Before departing the saloon as the last patrons of the establishment, we showed our appreciation for all that is Nashvegas by serenading the staff and house band with a genuine rock-out Journey jam, requested by none other than our very own Ms. Mueller. (Are we surprised? C'mon now.)</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Around the corner and up a few blocks, we were then wooed by the melodies of the Chris Weaver Band from the upper deck of The Stage. I ask, "Hey Laura, how would you describe the sound of this C. Weaver?" Not missing a beat, Laura replies. "Sexy." A few self-written titles later, Mr. Weaver shouts from the stage, "Are there any requests out there?" Poised on her barstool perch, Laura exclaims, "JOURNEY!!!" (Again, are we surprised?!) As if there weren't another soul in the room, Chris and Laura made that cosmic connection… somewhere in the niiiiiiiiiigggghhhttttt, followed by stellar guitar solos. Yes, our dear blog-a-ma-bobbers, for the second time this night, Tim and I found ourselves laughing in disbelief as we scrambled to meet our third amigo, already rocking out to C. Weaver's Journey cover on the dance floor. (Do us a favor and check out the guys who made our night that much more grand: www.chrisweaverband.com)</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-----------------------------------</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">How else should we greet the wintry morning air of Nashville than by a brisk jog around the block, practicing our right hooks and upper jabs against the snowflakes? (Yes, we understand that it's winter, obviously. But it wasn't until just now as the radio announcer stated that Florida is the only state, of the 50 United States of America, to not have snow on the ground did we stop to consider the possibility of a mass conspiracy. What?! Think about it! Even Hawaii has snow! Hmph. What is wrong with this picture? Nothing, absolutely nothing. We have brand new snow tires and a few more tupperware containers of Mama Mueller's leftovers. So, Florida, enjoy your snow-less state of being. We are just fine out here on the road, rocking out to our friends' cds, watching the snowflakes dodge Tamara Natasha's windshield wipers.)</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So a Brit, two Ozzies, and a Kiwi are sitting across the table… This was breakfast at Cafe Coco. The Kiwi and Brit were our bunk mates at the hostel and introduced us to the two Ozzies as we walked up the street toward breakfast. Tim met up with us again, giving me a second chance to completely forget to document our reunion with a click of the camera. At least we have his nothing-to-do-with-nashville-country-but-still-an-amazing-mix cd to indie-rock out to.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And now, parked in the parking lot of the wrong Waffle House in Bowling Green, Kentucky, we wait for our next host to find us. A scavenger hunt, of sorts? Turns out that he meant the </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">other</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Waffle House on this street.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-----------------------------------</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Cue Leiha sitting shotgun, again, 24 hours later… GAH!!! I'M LOVING THIS!!!)</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So after Heath, our friend from 'The Core', found us at Waffle House he quickly proposed 2 options for how we could spend our afternoon, of which only the second needs to be mentioned. Option #2: a boat tour of the Lost River Cave. Excuse me?! This girl doesn't need to think twice! (thankfully, my partner-in-everything-road-trip agreed) Boat.Cave.Adventure. Yes, please! (Hands down, this may end up being one of my favorite experiences of this entire trip.) </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">In snapshots:</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"></p><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">being escorted over the Lost River, past the blue/green pool and down into the mouth of the cave to board our metal monster of a boat.</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">ducking, crouching on the bottom of our boat beast in order to avoid grazing our heads on the underside of the cave ceiling.</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">listening to our expert tour guide and picking his brain on everything/anything that entered my mind re:developing on and around the cave</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">being proposed to on the steps of the 30s era night club stage, out of business but still nestled in the </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); ">entrance of the cave… :)</span></li></ul><p></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(www.lostrivercave.com)</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">While we were still glowing from the surprises of the afternoon, Heath treated Laura and I to dinner at The Farm Boy. If you ever wondered what a small town Kentucky restaurant boasts for the 'daily' specials, you'll have to visit Morgantown and be pleasantly surprised yourself. The corn nuggets actually have kernels of corn in them, and the chicken livers taste better with barbecue sauce. (Laura insists that you try the fried apples.) After masticating our orders of everything fried and hearty, we grabbed our overnight bags from our dresser and met Mr. & Mrs. Ray who say, "it isn't an empty nest until they move their stuff out of the basement." Trust me on this one, the reason for this quote is something you must see for yourself (think 3D scrapbook, perhaps?).</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So here we are, car cruising out of Kentucky, gearing up to capture our next welcoming state signs of Indiana and Illinois. We're en route to cross the mighty Mississippi, pass through the gateway to the west and be at my cousin Lisa's in Independence, Missouri by sunset. Hey, Harry Truman! We're coming on over!</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">--------------------------------------------</span></span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165052798494247935.post-440249279367432382011-01-11T16:57:00.000-08:002011-01-18T05:48:34.384-08:00A Cross Country Snow Crawl?<style>
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<div class="MsoNormal">I know you’re wondering. Did they get lost in the backwoods of Virginia at pitch black 4:30am? Did Laura squeal with delight while maneuvering the treacherous switchbacks on the mountain roads leading to the Blue Ridge Parkway? Did they survive that icy blizzard in the hills of North Carolina and the Great Smoky Mountains? Have they feasted on the leftovers Mama Mueller packed for them before they left Randolph?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And the answers, my friends, would be a neat package of resounding yesses (with a few girlish shrieks from Leiha ripping through the paper). </div><div class="MsoNormal">________________________________________________________</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We left Geiger (dear, extraordinary Geiger and her lovely family – shout out to Cullen and their two beautiful boys!) and Fairfax, VA at 4am on Monday morning. Our goal was to get to Skyline Drive, which feeds into the Blue Ridge Parkway, by sunrise. Well, we got there with plenty of time to spare. Turns out, the sun doesn’t rise these days until nearly 7:30. We got to the beginning of Skyline Drive at Front Royal, VA at 4:30am. (Ahem...three hours early.) So we starting driving. Continue on our way, we thought, and the sun will just have to catch up to us as we travel southwest. Well, the sun had no such plans. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Skyline Drive was barricaded 5 miles in. No thru traffic because of snow and ice. Bummer. Back northeast for us. We made our way over some mountains and back to I-81S and drove for awhile, meeting up with the sun further east than we’d intended.</div><div class="MsoNormal">_______________________________________________________</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I have a 2-year-old nephew who likes to climb into a spinning chair at my parents’ house and entreat, “Go wee?” until you twirl the chair (and him), at which point he starts squealing, “Wee!”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now I know how he feels. The eventual detour we took off of the interstate to the Blue Ridge Parkway was nearly 35 miles long, and it was a slithering weave of a drive that swirled through the mountains and twizzled itself into such knots that we passed both ends of the same intersecting road. I was exhilarated. In fact, I couldn’t stop myself from squealing “wee!” as I hit the gas (and then quickly the break – what do you want from me? I’m a wuss at heart) and whirled around the curves like nobody’s business. Feeling like my nephew in the spinning chair.</div><div class="MsoNormal">_______________________________________________________</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The snow wasn’t so bad initially, and the highways were pretty clear, but our NC hostess Brenda definitely does not live on the highway. She has a gorgeous, secluded log cabin (and it does somehow manage to be a cabin, despite its size and opulent amenities) on a bluff overlooking the Johns River on one side and being dwarfed by Grandfather Mountain on another.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The narrow mountain roads from I-40W to her house were unplowed and unsalted. We crawled along in the tracks of cars – actually, mostly trucks – that had already passed. But it was worth it, if only to know that my snow tires could tread up her driveway, which was quite steep and completely uncleared. Tamara Natasha’s were the first tire tracks to compress those four inches of snow.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">And, again, it was worth it. We had a wonderful time with Brenda, my aunt’s old college tennis coach, who is almost excessively sweet (and has such comfortable beds!). Actually, she told me a lot about my family’s past from a very interesting perspective (look out Aunt Kathy – I’ve got ammo!).</div><div class="MsoNormal">_______________________________________________________</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And as for those leftovers…well, we told you about the snow. Let me now tell you about the jokes we’ve been making about the time of year we ended up rolling across the nation in a little front wheel drive Honda Accord with two names. And also the funny looks we see as kind, responsible people ask us why on earth we’re doing this in January.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">As we dug in to our free meal from my mother’s kitchen, I think Leiha made the best observation of the trip so far when she said, “If we were doing this trip in the summer, we couldn’t have kept the food so long!” Well done, winter roadtrip. Well done.</div><div class="MsoNormal">_______________________________________________________</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">To Katie, Re: music tastes. I didn’t know you had been a thug in the early 90s. Nor did I know you were a fan of Forrest Gump’s mother...and by that I mean that your 3-CD set is like a box of chocolates: We never know what we’re gonna get. (As Leiha puts it, “A delightful assortment of…what?”) In other news, this is for you:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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Oh, hello Nashville. It's nice to see you again. Want to go line dancing? </div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287554693616867848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165052798494247935.post-10426833212952573462011-01-08T18:47:00.000-08:002011-01-08T18:50:40.915-08:00TIME CHECK!"Hey, the countdown says we're leaving in 2hrs and 19min!" Leiha exclaims.<br />"Yeah, we'll just pack the car in the morning." Laura replies.<br /><br />...and the anticipation builds.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165052798494247935.post-41172677206614230132011-01-08T04:53:00.000-08:002011-01-08T04:53:50.385-08:00The Starting Line...and an Appeal from Adventurer Laura M.We're in the starting gate, hoofing the dirt. Sort of. We're missing two crucial elements: a packed car and CDs.<br />
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The packed car, well, we can take care of that ourselves. It's just a matter of transforming a messy explosion of my possessions (see challenge, below) into some sort of organized representation of a legitimate life, stuffed into a packable vessel (or vessels).<br />
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The music, however, is where you all come in. 12,000 miles on the road and the Honda's radio scan button just isn't going to cut it. In an appeal for our sanities, we're asking every family member, friend, and exciting roadside stranger we see, meet, or befriend from now until Saint Patrick's Day to make us a mix CD. That's right. A 2001-style compact disc, because as far as I can tell, my car doesn't have an auxiliary jack and my iPod won't hold that many playlists anyway.<br />
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So please - if you can spare ten minutes (we'll provide the blank CD), put together a playlist of 15 of your favorite songs and burn it for us. We want to take a little bit of you with us in the car.<br />
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We've already discovered - thanks to our drive from DC to Randolph - the euphoria of having an assortment of CDs from a bunch of creative and truly unique people. It's fun to realize how people's personalities present themselves in their musical tastes. (For my DC friends: According to their respective CDs, Billy Fett is a rock star, Miranda is a uniquely perceptive musical savant, and Jon S. is a supremely mellow soul. I'll get back to you on Katie and Hilary.)<br />
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This is my last pre-departure post. That means the next one will be much more intense and adventureful. Brace yourself.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287554693616867848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165052798494247935.post-5395346455967636232011-01-05T12:39:00.000-08:002011-01-06T12:15:19.067-08:00How'd I get here?! Where? Here!<div style=" margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;font-size:medium;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.43327750684693456" style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Okay! Since Laura and I are tag-teaming this blog-a-ma-bob, I guess I’m due for a post. It’d been more than a few hours of sitting here, perusing our blog and pictures and such, wondering just how to start... before it hit me. </span></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Why not start where I left off?! </span></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">There may be quite a few of you out there that will be reading our posts after following my own spew of mass emails from my days in PC-Tanzania. To you, I apologize for the repetitiveness that is about to occur. Here’s my background story, in excerpts from an email I sent on July 11, 2010:</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">-------------------------------------------------</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">I closed my contract with Peace Corps Tanzania on Friday 2 July under the terms of interrupted service. Here's the short story: There were a few issues that suddenly jumped out of nowhere in late May, ultimately jeopardizing my sense of security as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Tanzania. After sitting in my Mangio home away from sweet home for a few weeks, trying to psych myself out of my fears, I came to this conclusion: I had to come home for my lil sis Ashley Rae's wedding (no question about that!) but I couldn't foresee myself being 101% committed to go back to Mangio to teach just a few weeks before my kids’ exams in November and then sit on my butt through late December when my Peace Corps contract officially expired...</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">So, what's next in the life of Leiha?</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Announcing (drum roll please)</span></span></span></span></div><div style=" margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;font-size:medium;"><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"></span></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Leiha's Amazing Couch Cushion Crawl!</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">What is it all about? Well, I say - it’s </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">about Leiha taking advantage of this limbo-like state of life. That's what it is! I want to hear AND SEE what you're up to! Finally meet your new significant other, finance, wife, husband, offspring, pet. Check out your newest apartment or house. Learn more about your line of work or masters or doctorate program. See the sunrise or sunset from your corner of the country. You know, learn about your life as YOU have been living it for the past 3 years. Let's catch up.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">For an unlimited time only (maybe until my money runs out or opening day at Fenway) I will be available to crash on your couch and catch up on life...I'll be transporting myself around the continental United States using the various inexpensive modes of transportation available.</span></span></span></span></div><div style=" margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;font-size:medium;"><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style=" margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;font-size:medium;"><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">------------------------------------------------</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">So there you have it, an abbreviated version of the last mass email Leiha Update.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">As I started collecting the names of people who would welcome a couch crawler, I googled and pinned each friend/family’s location for reference, creating a digital map of delight. Meanwhile, I was speed-dialing Ms. Laura Mueller’s ear off lamenting the cross-cultural-craziness that had become my life those first few months back in the land of milk and honey. When I mentioned to her that this couch crawl proposal was developing into more than a possibility, we both decided to take it a step further, of course. Nothing can be ordinary when the extraordinary is within reach. Combining my pre-pinned places of interest with her own potential destinations (or as Captain Planet would declare: With our powers combined!) we spawned Ze Great L&L Cross Country Couch Crawl & Car Cruise! </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">So, upon couch crawling myself through the residents of friends and family in 12 states, I am now stuck in a travelling limbo here in DC, awaiting my fearless travelling companion as she readies herself for the super adventure^2 that will consume 10 weeks of our mid-twenties.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">3 days and counting!!!</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Post Script</span></span></span></u></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Here’s where I’ve been so far:</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">July 3, 2010: arrived back in Boston as an RPCV<br /></span></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Massachusetts</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Connecticut</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Vermont</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Maine</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">New Hampshire</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Rhode Island</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Vermont</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">December 4, 2010: Leiha’s InCredible Couch Crawl</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Florida</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Georgia</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Washington, DC</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">(drive through Delaware)</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">New Jersey</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">New York</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Maryland</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Washington, DC</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">West Virginia</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span><span style=" font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Washington, DC</span></span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165052798494247935.post-13798663068477992512010-12-30T09:06:00.000-08:002010-12-30T12:04:45.327-08:00Reflections to Start Us Up...Don't Worry, More Exciting Posts Will FollowWell, time is slurping itself up into that vast receptacle we call the past, and the roadtrip is getting closer. In fact, it's only TEN DAYS AWAY!<br />
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The anticipation is excruciating.<br />
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I thought that this, the last double-digit day on the countdown widget I installed on my phone, would be the perfect time to start blogging. After all, Leiha and I have already checked out of our respective lives (well, I'm still strapped down by the last, thinnest threads of what I hope is the last marketing job I'll ever have [I probably just damned any chance I would have had of getting another one, even if I wanted it, by publishing that statement on the interwebs], but for all roadtrip-related intents and purposes, I've already checked out).<br />
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In case you couldn't follow the excessive parenthetical in that last sentence, let me give you a brief clarification: Since I returned from my Peace Corps service in Tanzania 13 months ago, I've been working at a small marketing and publishing company outside of Washington, DC. Though it's been a brief year of employment, it's been a productive one, as I worked with some truly standout people and learned a ton, including one way in which I don't want to spend the rest of my life. I also got to live with a very dear friend from my high school days, get to know his excellent college and professional friends, and spend some treasured time in our nation's capital. Ask me about all that some other time.<br />
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Now, I'm busy getting ready for an <b>unbelievable adventure</b>.<br />
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Getting ready involves tying up all of my loose ends, moving out of my house in DC, stashing my possessions back at my parents' house in New Jersey, and packing up the car. Really, I suppose that's all that has to happen. Well, that and 4 parties, 5 days of work, and 2 trips back and forth to NJ. I'm a pingpong ball bouncing up and down the East Coast and ricocheting off of indulgent party food.<br />
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Not for long. <b>Getcher couches ready, America! We're a-comin'!</b>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287554693616867848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165052798494247935.post-1683882228844743742010-12-18T07:52:00.001-08:002010-12-18T07:52:22.450-08:00Well, what are we going to post first?Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287554693616867848noreply@blogger.com0