A little late but finally getting a chance to post about our Thanksgiving adventure. We visited my father up in Monticello. It is about a 4 hour drive from here and a very beautiful part of Florida. He has a farm up there so the kids love going to feed the cows, pigs, gather eggs and just be able to run around. We drove up Wednesday morning and after we visited a little and unpacked we finally got around to making a drive in town to the grocery store. My dad had left to take my mother to the airport (yes, she was abandoning us for the weekend) so Tony and I headed out to get what we needed for our feast. Only once we got to the end of the driveway did we realize neither of us knew which way to go to get into town. Right? Left? go right...well we passed several things that looked familiar and started to talk, a rare treat since Carlos was asleep in the back and Katie was with Grandpa. After a while we both noticed nothing looked familiar anymore...we get to the end of the road..another dilemma...right or left? Neither we turned around and went back the way we came and started all over..we did finally find the town and eventually we did find the one grocery store in town. After finding most of the things we needed we packed back in the car. A few stops for marshmallows and we were ready to head back home...oh shoot of course we now need gas, maybe because we have driven over God's half acre already. We stop at the gas station and I do the woman thing...go ask for directions on how to get back home since yes....we are lost again. Mind you this is a very very tiny town, where they call the roads..Wacilla road instead of C257 or what ever the name is on a map. Big Daddy is trying to figure out the gas pumps because there is no card slot. Huh? No card slot..what on earth. By this time I am in the midst of one of my menopausal hot flashes because I missed my refemine dose this morning so I walk in to the gas station with a tank top on and no jacket...yes it was 45 degrees...sooooo what's your point? They looked at my like I had 3 heads and when I opened my mouth to ask directions I swear I heard a collective "ahhh haaaa" as if they all understood. I go back out to check on the gas situation to find my husband at a loss, he tells me to go back in and tell the man he wants to fill up and gives me his credit card..no I really don't want to go back in and face the people who have already decided I have escaped from somewhere. Before I can say a word the man says "use like a debit" very loudly in an Indian accent, startled and really convinced I am NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE TOTO I go back out and tell Tony to "use like a debit" again we search for the little slot. Dejected and really wanting to go home, he goes in...again he does not utter a word "POOOOsh Hrddd" he is told very loudly. Still really not understanding he goes back out and finally manages to get some of that $1.89 petrol in the car (of course we could not have found the one with the $1.75 price) we leave the station and just bumble until we finally find the right road out of town and manage to make it home. It only took us 3 1/2 hours. We were laughing so hard I thought I would pee. OH and did I mention we have a spiffy new GPS that was trying to help us the whole time????
So we put together our pies for the next day and go to bed. We are staying in a camper, a very small camper and Tony and I are not exactly little people, plus Carlos and our 2 dogs. Katie had the sense to stay at the house and sleep on the couch. The next day was absolutely beautiful, sunny and nice and cool. We cooked and baked and fried and had a marvelous meal at 1:30. The day was perfect and we all had a very good day. It was very nice to spend the holiday with my Poppi, I don't get to see him a lot and sometimes when we do, we don't play nice. There is something about a father/daughter being just alike that makes it hard to get along sometimes. We love each other very very much, we just don't always agree. But today we were both on our best behaviours and it was a perfect holiday. Oh and that morning Tony, Katie, Carlos and I all read our blessings from the blessing box that we fill with notes from the past year. I love this little tradition we have, it is very fun and helps remind us of all the wonderful memories of the past year.
Thursday afternoon we went fishing and I caught the biggest fish I have ever caught. A large mouth bass no less. I thought the only thing in the pond were monstrous catfish.
Friday the rain started and did not stop. It is very hard to keep two kids entertained in a little house that is not accustomed to having little people. Tony took the kids to the mall and I decided to surprise my mom by dusting, she hates to do it. So I got to watch old Bette Davis and Joan Crawford movies with my pop and clean a little.
Sunday we headed home and it has to have been the worst car trip ever. What should have been a 4 hour trip took us around 6 1/2 to 7 hours. Many times our top speed on the interstate was 25 miles per hour.
In spite of the long trip home it was a wonderful weekend and I am very thankful I got to spend it with my Poppi, whom I love with all my heart, and my beautiful perfect little family.
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