Where we last left off, I was getting verbally accosted at a McDonald’s in Birmingham. I would happily report that the rest of our drive to Louisiana was uneventful, but this is me we’re talking about and there was one slight little incident at the La Quinta in Vicksburg that shall hereafter be referred to as What Happens When Children Wake Up On Eastern Time In A Central Time Hotel.
Dear people in the room below us,
I meant to get a ground floor room, but they were sold out by the time we arrived. I’m very sorry that my children exuberantly wanted to jump up and down on the floor when they discovered we were in the first hotel in three days that had the Disney Channel.
At 4:45 in the morning.
In case you were wondering, the front desk clerk was appropriately stern.
The mother who had to shower and didn’t know her baby elephants were doing the happy dance
Since we were wide awake and really needed to get out of Dodge quickly before the people in the room below us woke up the second time, we hit the road early and pulled into Whimzie’s hometown around 11. Her hometown is very familiar to me since it was my home away from home during college and grad school, so I told her I was going to run a few errands before meeting up with her to basically give her time to get some things done before we descended on her house with less than 24 hours’ notice.
At the top of my list was meeting up with another blogger who I met through Whimzie when her dad was going through physical therapy following his first surgery a year ago. Candace was his therapist, and she wrote this blog post that was filled with such encouragement and truth, that even though I had never met her, I was immediately drawn to her lovely spirit.
I facebooked her the day before showing up in town and asked if she had room in her schedule for lunch and several messages later, she’d picked the place and the time and we had firm plans. I had forewarned her that I would have the crew with me and let me tell you, she is made of tough stuff because she got ringside seats to the full glory that is the Casa de Carpool. JJ was ordering off the menu like he had plenty of practice, Tommy was talking her ear off about who knows what, and Travis decided that he would show her his drink-the-Sprite-through-the-straw-in-my-nose trick.
She, of course, is too polite to mention all of that in her version of the encounter. She also is organized and knows where her memory stick is. I, sadly, have still not found mine. Please go to her blog to see the pictures of the two of us and tell her how absolutely ADORABLE she is.
And by the way, she’s pregnant and I think it’s a girl. I’m usually right about these things.
Thanks, Candace, for taking time to hang out with us. It was a highlight of my trip. Next time, hopefully, the Sprite will go through the mouth and not the nose.
Have a nice day.