...between bravery and stupidity.
Are we there yet?Are we there yet?Are we there yet?Are we there yet?Are we there yet?Are we there yet?Are we there yet?Are we there yet?Are we there yet?Are we there yet?Are we there yet?Are we there yet?Are we there yet?
When are we gonna beeeeeeee there?
That is what I anticipate I will be hearing for FORTY-TWO days this summer. God, help me.
MacGyver is headed to the Maintenance Test Pilot course at MotherRucker this summer. (I know. God, help him too.) I decided that, after 15 months of deployment, our family really shouldn't be separated for an additional 4 months if it wasn't absolutely necessary. And, apparently, 4,500 miles and an entire ocean don't qualify as "absolutely necessary" in my pea brain.
So I am getting ready to embark on a 5 hour plane trip to SoCal where we will catch our collective breath (and inhale some In-N-Out burgers) for a whopping 36 hours.
Then we will get on a plane and fly to Nashville.
From there, we will head north to Clarksville and hang with BIL and BFF (yes, my BIL married my BFF) for a few days.
Then it's on to eastern Tennessee for Father's Day and time with my parents and Grama. Then down south a ways to a mini family reunion, of sorts.
Then further south to MotherRucker where it is currently 95*. Good. GOD. Thankfully lodging has a pool right down the road. We will be there a LOT. I'm not sure what I'm going to spend more money on during this road trip - sunscreen or gas. It's a toss up.
Somewhere in there we are going to squeeze a trip up to northern-ish Alabama to see some old friends and a trip south to the land of the Mouse.
Then (yep, there's more) back up to see my folks again and celebrate my mom's birthday.
Then back to BIL and BFF's place and hopefully a side trip to Churchill Downs and the Kentucky Horse Farm (thanks, Annie, for the heads' up on that one) because Princess Trouble has a "thing" for Man O'War and I have a "thing" for horses in general.
THEN, back on the plane to SoCal for a week in the land of fruits and nuts. In that week, we're going to hit Sea World, eat REAL Mexican food, eat more In-N-Out, and more time at the pool.
And finally, back home.
Forty-two days. Two-thousand-seven-hundred miles of driving. Two children under the age of 7 who have lived the bulk of their memorable lives on an island whose circumference is 120 miles. The longest car drive we take is from here to the Windward side (i.e. KBay) and Little Man is notorious for asking "Are we there yet" after all of 15 minutes in the car.
There isn't enough rum on the planet for this trip. What the HELL was I thinking?
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