Going Home
Drive to Anchorage, flight to Seattle arrives 4a.m. scarf down bagels and extra coffee, Burger King extra ketchup for the kid, fly-ooo, where are the airsick bags?--good thing I had that half empty cup—gross! Take a train-weee, shuttle to rental car, first stop buy some Dramamine. Plug in Garmin navigation unit, hold my breath, here we go—downtown Minneapolis at rush hour, off ramp listen to Garmin, trust the Garmin… Look, cows! I spy silos, and look, there’s another farm! Follow Garmin’s directions, count the barns, listen to the radio-fun song about taking a ride on a big green tractor-seems appropriate for the drive. Count the miles until –no way ---I’m not turning into the corn field! Hey, that is where I learned to drive a stick matter o’fact! Where is the Detour button? Calvary arrives and leads us to the homestead…
Happy hellos-so good to be back home again, thunder storms and lightning bugs, crickets, toads, horse pies and do you remember when? My how time flies!
Summer camp starts next week, now our kids will be the campers and we’ll be the grown up’s. Scary. It’s a wonder they will let us into the kitchen- they must have forgot after all these years. Cooks have leftover spaghetti=FOOD FIGHT! Rampant pranking. Counselors shoes found in boat tied out in center of lake— We are still in trouble!
Mosquito epidemic, that’s not a wood tick is it?—eeeeow! Man it’s hot here in the kitchen, cooks should go for a moonlit swim-oh man- that’s cold-hey don’t splash! Can’t believe I fell off the dock! Are there leaches in here? Eeeek. Hit the showers!
Camping crafts and outdoor games for the kids-hand out the ice packs, band aids and chow for the grownups. Make jokes, make Jell-O, Make faces, make breakfast, make dinner, make supper, hey when is lunch? Answer one million questions about Alaska. Time for the annual skits-too funny, the counselors do a play-Taylor Swift Love Song plays in the background -what’s the point? Something about a Mario needing a princess? Suddenly, Mario leaps takes a knee and opens the black box, “Katie Jones will you marry me?” She’s crying, he’s not—good sign. Massive screaming from the girls section, later happy birthday special surprise for Kirsten, 40 little campers sneak out for cake in the big girls quarters, more food, more laughter, bonfire, Somores, Kum by Ya’s, hugs and promise, we’ll all write—at least on facebook…
Final prank all set to go and we’ll be too far away for payback—LOL.
Follow Garner through Brained, Deerwood, Elwood. See the pastures, see the tractors, see raccoon, smell the skunk… tune into local station--Governor Sarah Palin resigns--woah, I guess they do get our news down here.
Nine hours later….Home, home on the Mesabi Range, hey you talk funny up here in Nor-T-ehrn Minn--ee--SO-tA! Hugs to aunties, uncles, cousins, grandmas, grandpas and the new baby Suvi, oh no! Who are you? How are we related? Take out the family tree, tell stories, NO! not another photo album! Say cheese! More food, Ya-you betcha, pass the porketta please, three days of family reunion, swim, swat mosquitoes, visit old places, see the new wind farm, smell the iron ore, hear the train whistles blow, say goodbye until next time.
Program Garmin,--Duluth. Go! See more deer, smell more skunk, sweat in 90ยบ weather with 98 % humidity. Hit detour button, get lost, get phone support. Get a rash. Visit family, more food, let’s take a walk, look lake Superior! Toes in, burr cold! Jump in! Hot sand, sun burn.
Final stop Minneapolis burbs. Get our your swimsuits, boating on the Mississippi, tubing on the Mississippi, GO FASTER! More pictures, more food, more family, fire up the sauna. More hugs, more goodbyes, hang out the bathing suits, dry our eyes, pack up drive through Minneapolis, turn in the rental and navigation unit-take a shuttle to the airport, take a flight, take a shuttle to our old green truck…no need to worry about directions, I know my way from here…drive…see the mountains, smell the air…listen to the oldies radio and yes, it’s good to be back home again.
Drive to Anchorage, flight to Seattle arrives 4a.m. scarf down bagels and extra coffee, Burger King extra ketchup for the kid, fly-ooo, where are the airsick bags?--good thing I had that half empty cup—gross! Take a train-weee, shuttle to rental car, first stop buy some Dramamine. Plug in Garmin navigation unit, hold my breath, here we go—downtown Minneapolis at rush hour, off ramp listen to Garmin, trust the Garmin… Look, cows! I spy silos, and look, there’s another farm! Follow Garmin’s directions, count the barns, listen to the radio-fun song about taking a ride on a big green tractor-seems appropriate for the drive. Count the miles until –no way ---I’m not turning into the corn field! Hey, that is where I learned to drive a stick matter o’fact! Where is the Detour button? Calvary arrives and leads us to the homestead…
Happy hellos-so good to be back home again, thunder storms and lightning bugs, crickets, toads, horse pies and do you remember when? My how time flies!
Summer camp starts next week, now our kids will be the campers and we’ll be the grown up’s. Scary. It’s a wonder they will let us into the kitchen- they must have forgot after all these years. Cooks have leftover spaghetti=FOOD FIGHT! Rampant pranking. Counselors shoes found in boat tied out in center of lake— We are still in trouble!
Mosquito epidemic, that’s not a wood tick is it?—eeeeow! Man it’s hot here in the kitchen, cooks should go for a moonlit swim-oh man- that’s cold-hey don’t splash! Can’t believe I fell off the dock! Are there leaches in here? Eeeek. Hit the showers!
Camping crafts and outdoor games for the kids-hand out the ice packs, band aids and chow for the grownups. Make jokes, make Jell-O, Make faces, make breakfast, make dinner, make supper, hey when is lunch? Answer one million questions about Alaska. Time for the annual skits-too funny, the counselors do a play-Taylor Swift Love Song plays in the background -what’s the point? Something about a Mario needing a princess? Suddenly, Mario leaps takes a knee and opens the black box, “Katie Jones will you marry me?” She’s crying, he’s not—good sign. Massive screaming from the girls section, later happy birthday special surprise for Kirsten, 40 little campers sneak out for cake in the big girls quarters, more food, more laughter, bonfire, Somores, Kum by Ya’s, hugs and promise, we’ll all write—at least on facebook…
Final prank all set to go and we’ll be too far away for payback—LOL.
Follow Garner through Brained, Deerwood, Elwood. See the pastures, see the tractors, see raccoon, smell the skunk… tune into local station--Governor Sarah Palin resigns--woah, I guess they do get our news down here.
Nine hours later….Home, home on the Mesabi Range, hey you talk funny up here in Nor-T-ehrn Minn--ee--SO-tA! Hugs to aunties, uncles, cousins, grandmas, grandpas and the new baby Suvi, oh no! Who are you? How are we related? Take out the family tree, tell stories, NO! not another photo album! Say cheese! More food, Ya-you betcha, pass the porketta please, three days of family reunion, swim, swat mosquitoes, visit old places, see the new wind farm, smell the iron ore, hear the train whistles blow, say goodbye until next time.
Program Garmin,--Duluth. Go! See more deer, smell more skunk, sweat in 90ยบ weather with 98 % humidity. Hit detour button, get lost, get phone support. Get a rash. Visit family, more food, let’s take a walk, look lake Superior! Toes in, burr cold! Jump in! Hot sand, sun burn.
Final stop Minneapolis burbs. Get our your swimsuits, boating on the Mississippi, tubing on the Mississippi, GO FASTER! More pictures, more food, more family, fire up the sauna. More hugs, more goodbyes, hang out the bathing suits, dry our eyes, pack up drive through Minneapolis, turn in the rental and navigation unit-take a shuttle to the airport, take a flight, take a shuttle to our old green truck…no need to worry about directions, I know my way from here…drive…see the mountains, smell the air…listen to the oldies radio and yes, it’s good to be back home again.
Grounds for Divorce # 6, 691: Wife explained (verbally and in writing) the travel schedule several times, ie., when we were leaving, returning, and so on. Hub said he "got it!" So, now that he scheduled his work exactly OPPOSITE, it will be 6 weeks till we see each other---currently three to go....grrrrrrr
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8 comments:
Whew woman!
Your one crazy busy kind of gal.
Is there any smoke where your at from these 1 million acres burned? Its rainy, crappy and smokey here in north pole!
Great post - had me laughing out loud... silly husband!
love,
Kelly
I've never seen so much of the wilderness. Thanks!
Dang, I got tired just reading that! Sounds like you had loads of fun. Good on ya mate!
Regarding blokes... or hubby's... Do you think it's a coincidence he *mistakenly* mistook the vacation dates? Not that I'd ever do that, but I'm just sayin'.
Oooo--you guys crack me up-so glad fot the welcome home--feeling loved!
Krystal,
Somke has cleared some! We actually had a nice day yesterday.
Kelly, Yes, silly hub. AND he will miss our anniversary too--he better send chocolate--strike that-I'm on a diet.
AKDDU, Not a mistake--no--it couldn't be--come to think of it I bet the scoundrel planned that! Please define bloke?
Comedy Goddess---I never thought of Minnesota as wilderness--more like farmerness with an ocassional wild thing roaming about.
Thanks for commenting--it IS nice to be back "home" at my AKWOWOM blog.
Hmmm, what's a bloke... Well, it can be said that is simply a term for a guy. Kinda like "sheila" is the term for a gal. However it is usually a friendly term, but not as friendly as "mate". It's not to be confused with "bastahd" which can be either a friendly term or one of respect for a worthy adversary.
Here is a typical conversation you may here at any pub:
*dejected blokes walks into his fav pub*
Bartender (BT): Oi mate! Why the Melbourne Sunday?
Dejected Bloke (DB): Ah, that bloody bastahd pommy cleaned bowled me this arvo.
BT: No worries mate, you'll knock 'em for six tommoree. 'Ere, 'ave a tinny on me.
DB: Ta mate. I tell ya, 'es a right fair dinkum spinner, that bastahd pom.
Now, the bartender and the bloke are obviously good mates. However, the pom is a bloke. But if they were both in the bar they'd probly sink a few pints and end up mates.
I'm sure the sheila's are rolling their eyes right now.
Well then AKDDU,
That certinally clears things up mate, I mean bastahd er bloke er--geeze and I thought Minnesotans talked funnie.
I am having troubles with my computer--I want to catch up and read up on my fav blogs and them my computer keeps closing--drat. I might need to call the computer bloke.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
That certinally clears things up mate
No worries mate, glad to be of help. You do here some interesting things when you cross aussie slang with cricket slang.
Give your computer bloke a tinny, it usually helps motivate them.
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