I’m a contented lady. I am home. My children are in bed. I am looking forward to entering back into that state of being known as normal. It should be mundanely exciting. I can’t wait.
So many things to mention. First my bullet points:
- Saw the Oregon Coast. Gorgeous.
- Saw my first wild Grizzly bear. Make that two. In two different places. On two different days. Very cool. But I don’t have pictures to prove it and no one else in my whole family saw them so I sort of feel like nobody is going to believe me.
- Saw mountain goats up close and personal.
- Got locked in the stall of a public restroom at the summit of a mountain pass and had to escape Jack Bauer Style by climbing over the top. (much better than going under would have been. **shudder**) How exciting.
- Actually experienced the desire to boil my head in a vat of hot lard due to rambunctious overly-tired travel weary children at a restaurant.
- Had a fantastic time visiting with family in Washington on our way up.
We had a marvelous trip. From beginning to end. I will probably be telling you about it and sharing pictures for weeks to come. I have to do a few odes to various things like “Ode to Redwood Trees,” “Ode to the Rocky Mountains,” “Ode to the Pacific Ocean,” “Ode to flowers,” “Ode to wild animals,” “Ode to domesticated animals,” “Ode to waterfalls,” “Ode to close ups of all kinds,” “Ode to my adorable children,” “Ode to my sister’s adorable children,” “Ode to friends,” “Ode to fireworks,” “Ode to baby ducks,” and “Ode to Bubba teeth” among other odes. I guess you could say I have just a few odes up my sleeves.
I have to say I so enjoyed enhancing my photos with Picasa while at my mother’s house and I was quite crestfallen to find out tonight that there is not apparently as of yet an Apple version of Picasa which makes me want to throw a tantrum or sulk or purchase some decent photo editing software.
Now for a bit of randomness. Quotes are always plentiful when a family of six is trapped in a moving metal box together for 4 or 5 days straight. Today as we were making our way down the very last stretch of highway towards home, my five year old who is indeed very very good with directions and could probably find his way around our city while blindfolded said, “Hey Mom, are we drivng East?”
“Yes” I answered.
Triumphantly, “I KNEW IT! I was right! Mom, I have a map IN my brain. I have a map in my HEAD.” (I believe it. He tells me which way to turn to get to various places that we have been to even just once in the city.)
His older brother said, “His brain is powered completely by GPS.”
“You’re right, it is!” said map boy, “Actually, I AM a GPS.”
I then told him what GPS stood for in case he had forgotten and he replied, “Cool! I’m a satellite!”
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