Lets take a moment or two to talk about... toilets.  Public toilets to be exact.  Who ever thought it was a good idea to put automatic flushing toilets in public restrooms?  It wasn't me, cos if anyone had asked me I would have asked 'Why bother?  Whats the point?  Its just more fuss over something that could be as simple as pulling a handle... no electricity involved, no sensors to go bad... just good old gravity and water pressure!'.  Well, nobody asked me and 99% of the restrooms we encountered along our trip had the little sensor-activated toilets, several which either flushed prematurely or not at all!  Many didn't even have a visable manual button so I would have to step out of the stall, re-enter... pretend to sit down, and stand up in an effort to activate the flusher.  One toilet must have had a maximum load capacity sensor cos that sucker was flushing before I was even half way done!  So I ask... is it really neccesary?
The kids were pretty good about spacing out their drinks so that we were able to go several hours between pit stops. There was one time when Rocky thought she was going to pop... and we got her to a rest-stop just in time. I don't know how long she was in the stall, but she sounded like Austin Powers after he got up from his cryogenic sleep and took his first whiz, she just went on and on and on and on and on! I had to bang on the door and tell her to save some so she didn't dehydrate... but she still went on and on and on! 'Flush or flood child! Flush or flood! Those pots aren't made to hold that much!'
And I found myself on Dickidoo's **** list that very first night! I had gas so bad that it hurt but like a lady I waited until I was in the privacy of our hotel room before releasing any. I shut myself in the bathroom while the kids got ready for the pool, and let the herald loose. I was amazed by the acoustics of the elongated toilet. So when I stepped out of the bathroom I proudly announced my wonderous finding to my offspring who all burst out in giggles while Dickidoo rolled his eyes at me. I later found out that he had just been lecturing the children about the inappropriateness of discussing thefiner aspects of flatulations while on a family outing when I burst out of the bathroom announcing that 'Hey, farts echo in this toilet!'. I think he has finally given up on me, written me off, resigned to the conclusion that I am a hopeless case. Hey, what can I say? Farts happen!
I peed in Kentucky, Indiana, Illinois, Missouri and Kansas all within 24 hours! Add another 8 hours and you can include Colorado!
Picture of Kansas state flag flying over rest-stop just across the border from Colorado.
Now normally I would be excited by a 24 oz. bottle of Corona, but not when my coffee pot only holds 4 cups!  And I'm not talking 4 regular cups, I'm talking 4 itty bitty teenie tiny cups! This is crazy!  Who in the world uses a 4 cup coffee pot?  Thats not a coffee pot, thats a coffee cup with a lid!  Ironically it takes longer to brew that mini pot of coffee than it does to brew my mega 12 cup Bunn-Omatic.  And it wasn't just like that in the first hotel... EVERY dang hotel that we stopped at along the way to Kentucky and back again had that Oompa Loompa coffee pot.  One more reason never to leave home again!
 It gives me great pleasure to introduce to you, my son, Private Gabriel Navakuku, Calvary Scout, US Army. 
GOOD GOLLY!  I thought we'd NEVER make it home!  The entire left side of my butt is numb... and that other side hurts from riding side-saddle in the center of the front seat.  You know what?  That Hemi isn't all that great after all.  Did I say it was big?  I lied!  While it was bearable with 6 passengers, it sucked with 7!
Tomorrow we start day one of our 1,100 mile journey to watch my oldest son Gabriel graduate from Basic Training and AIT at Fort Knox, Kentucky.  I am so excited, but at the same time I feel an awful churning in the pit of my stomach.  No, I don't get car-sick, but the very thought of traveling 1,100 miles in the cramped confines of the Hemi with my children to get to the graduation, and then back again is filling me with dread!  Its like having a baby, the baby part is great, but unfortunately you have to go into labor to get the baby out.  Labor sucks.  So, I'm sure, does traveling cross country in a suddenly not-so-large pickup truck with 4 of the wildest young people I know. Gabe is trying to come home with us for a couple of days.  That means 7 people in the truck on the way back.  Those dog kennels are starting to sound better and better as time goes by!



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This is a rare photograph of a dust bunny feeding.  Dust bunnies are social animals and where there is one you can be sure there are more... but they are very territorial when it comes to their food, they do not like to share.  A dust bunny's food of choice... beer and pistachio nuts of course!  By the way, that mini 6-pack of Coronas cost more than a case of the big bottles!
When I was a teenager I had certain favorite actors and singers, like John Denver, Alice Cooper, the guys from Emergency, and the Fonz... but my favorite, believe it or not, was John Wayne.  Yes he was older than me, but the roles that he played and the way that he played them just made me wish that there was some guy my age in Hawaii who was just like him, and if so I would have pledged my life to him in a heart beat.  I never got the pleasure of meeting the man in person, but I still enjoy his movies to this day.  My favorites.... True Grit and The Cowboys!  And yes, I had his picture taped to my bedroom wall in among my pictures of Alice Cooper, John Denver and my sisters Osmond posters.
Unpaid product endorsement:   If you like peanutbutter and you like fudge... and you haven't tried Reese's Fudge Peanut Butter Cups, you're missing out!  These things are to die for!  I found them to be not as sweet as the regular Reese's and actually like them better!  Sorry I couldn't show you a picture of the actual candy itself, but I ate them so fast there was no evidence that they even existed except for the little brown paper wrappers.  I'd say they were finger licking good, but I didn't have them in my fingers long enough to melt, so lets just say that they were great while they lasted.  And now all I have is a sweet, fudgy, peanut-buttery memory... until I can get back to the store to replenish my supply!
Groundhog day was February 2nd.  Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow which meant that there were 6 more weeks of winter.  Which also means that there are 6 more weeks before I have to start spring cleaning!  Yeah!  I can deal with that.  And how many people do you know who have actually quit their job to accomplish their spring cleaning?  Okay, no, I'm not one of them... but I am quitting.  Actually my intention is to spend more time with my kids.  They have been latch key kids for the past 7 years and spend way too much time indoors while my husband and I are at work.  So... at the end of March I will turn in my 'How May I Help You' vest and concentrate on helping my own children.  Hot meals from scratch verses the old 'heat'n'serve' , I'm looking forward to that.  (Bet you didn't know that I was once an aspirering gourmet?  I've got the cookbooks to prove it!)  If I happen to get a little housework done along the way then that will be great but don't be expecting a Better Homes And Gardens make-over cos it just isn't going to happen.   
My resignation is to make it possible from here on out.  I'm going to be a Mrs. Mom, I'm going to be a SAHM!  And I'm going to go absolutely nuts, I just know it!  Dickidoo is no doubt expecting me to turn into some kind of Martha Stewart clone, but lets get real.  I'm more of a 'Lucy' kind of gal.  But hey, I'll do the Martha Stewart thing if he does the Johnny Depp thing.  I don't even know what the 'Johnny Depp' thing is, I just want him to parade around for me dressed up as a pirate, drinking rum from the bottle and talking all rakish... yeah... I could pretend to be Martha for that!
Okay, lets try this again... how can you tell this is my beer bottle?  Because it has boobies!  See there on the left  side?  Come on people, work with me here... I worked very hard to get those pistachio implants placed just right!  I call it a Boobie Koozie!  Admit it, you're jealous!  You all want a Boobie Koozie too... even you guys!  They're really easy to make, just stick a couple of pistachio nuts (walnuts will do if you want the Dolly Parton look) between the bottle and the koozie.. and there you have it, an anatomically correct bottle of beer!
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Okay, I'm ready for the game, I've got my Corona, I've got even got a schnazzy little Superbowl 39 jersey for my beer bottle so I can drink in style... I've got my layered guacamole dip with a bag of Tostito Santa Fe Gold tortilla chips, a Corona bucket full of pistachio nuts and a bowl full of Bloody Mary balls, I am ready for ball game!  Gooooo PATRIOTS!
We finally sent the bottle cap off to claim 
told him to inspect the system when his dad delivers it to make sure that his dad didn't slip the old system in by accident.
Dickidoo is going to spend tomorrow calling around to different engine shops to see about getting Big Red back up and running.  Needless to say I am ecstatic!  I've missed my truck sooooo much!  I will NEVER make fun of a guy for having an almost human relationship with his truck or car again!  Big Red was more than just a truck to me, Big Red was 'my way'.... my way to work, my way to the mountains, my way away from things that threatened to drive me nuts, and my way back home.  And soon, very soon she will get me on my way again!
   

