Tales From the Road...

Well, the first day of my week vacation has come to a close, and though it has only been one day, it was very eventful! The family that I live with and I are spending the next week in Anaheim to play at Disneyland! We got up at the butt crack of dawn today so we could head down to Vegas where we were going to stay the night. After a lot of struggling to get everyone out of bed, dressed, and packed up, we finally set out on I-15 for a 9 hour drive to Vegas (well, that's how long I THOUGHT it was going to take). :) I am a huge fan of road trips. The loud music. Endless amount of junk food. Passing each state sign. Picture taking. Even sometimes the quarrelling with each other due to lack of sleep, hunger, driving in the middle of nowhere for many hours, or because you are just cramped in a small space with the same people for too long of time period. Anyway, I was driving through Salt Lake earlier this morning. Just minding my own business. Going exactly the speed limit. Singing at the top of my lungs and enjoying the company I had in my car with me. When all of a sudden, a cop decides to follow me for a while, but I stayed cool. I wasn't speeding, so I had nothing to worry about, right? WRONG!! He decides he wants to turn his lights on and pull me over. I was trying to go through my mind as fast as I could, anything that I could have been doing wrong, if I had all my needed documents in the car with me, and praying he was going to be really nice. He comes up to my passenger window and asks for my drivers license. Well, on my Idaho drivers license, it has a picture of me with really dark brown hair. I have really blonde hair now! I am sure he was thinking right then he was going to be able to bust me for something. He then tells me that he looked up my license plate and it said that I have no insurance!! I have been paying insurance every single month for the past 2 years on that car! It gets taken out of my checking account every month. If it's not being used for my insurance, who knows what Progressive is using my money on. I show him my insurance card. I was so proud of myself that I had my current policy card with me (that is a problem sometimes...). He then asks me if my account was delinquent at all (are you kidding me? I just told you I have had money taken out of my account every month for the past 2 years!), I told him no, he said, "Okay. Well, do you have any other questions for me?" Ummm. I don't remember being the one to ask you to pull me over cause I wanted to ask you a question!! I answered with a polite No and a THANK YOU! Yes. I told the cop Thank You. HAHA Thank you for pulling me over and almost giving me an anxiety attack trying to figure out what I was doing wrong. Thank you for trying to lower my self esteem by telling me I don't know how to pay my bills. Thank you for causing us to lose more time on our trip and make the drive even longer!

Well, we finally made it to Vegas after a long 12 hour day on the road. My friends I am with like to take their time on trips. Stop like every hour. Spend in hour in KMart looking for socks. When I like to get from point A to point B as fast as I can with as little stops as possible. But hey, I guess we have a week to do this, right? I should just enjoy my time away! We had a very yummy homemade dinner. I am exhausted and feel like I have a sore throat coming on. Gotta go get some Airbourne. Oh, and I just ate a Krispy Kreme Doughnut. I LOVE VEGAS! :)

Stay tuned for more awesome tales from the road.

Dwight Schrute: What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier; it's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I love the cold. Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son. And he's the Chief of Police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier.