Home for the Holidays

This morning I headed West to the city of my youth: Arcata, CA. Every year, I dread the drive but am pleasantly surprised by how quickly it goes!! I found myself racking up a list of things I was thankful for as I braved the snow-covered mountains and the crazy semi-truck drivers. Here it is:
Today, I am thankful for
-The 2 Highway Patrol officers who didn't ticket me, although they caught me going WELL over the speed limit. (They didn't pull me over, but I know that they knew that I knew that I was speeding!)
-The kind truck driver who pulled over FINALLY, after me impatiently following him for MILES.
-Brandon Flowers, who sang to me the entire car ride.
-Dutch Bros for supplying me with caffeine to brave the trip.
-Small pockets of cell reception right where I'm stuck for the 4 different one-way controlled traffic stops.
-My insane ability to "hold-it" even though I desperately needed to pee 45 minutes into my 3 hour drive. (I didn't want to get stuck behind that dang truck AGAIN!!)
-HUGE rock slides (aka 300 giant boulders in the middle of the highway... crazy!)

All in all it was a delightful drive. I made it safely (although, NOT in record time... thanks one-way controlled traffic!!) and am excited for a few days of rest and relaxation over here behind the "Redwood Curtain" with my beloved familia. Merry Christmas y'all.

Here's a picture of the rock slide the FIRST time it slid... it must have slid a few more times because when I drove by it was much bigger! Crazy.

Confession #6

I feel like I'm either confessing my many crazy secrets, or ranting about win-co.... hmm...well, with my last confession ya'll learned about my fear of feet. It's true, I hate feet. They are clammy, smelly, dirty, and just all around NASTY. Well, this next confession is even stranger (if you can imagine) than my fear of feet. It is something that absolutely drives me crazy to no end. Confession #6: I have an outright hatred for wreaths/bows on vehicles. AHHHHH, even thinking about it drives me crazy. The season is upon us where people find it necessary to decorate their cars with ANNOYING wreaths and bows. I can't really explain to you why I have such a dislike for these particular items. It's not like stickers on cars bother me, or wreaths on doors... It's just the combination of wreaths and cars... it makes me angry. Like the I-want-to-rip-them-off-of-cars-and-burn-them kind of angry. I am NOT a violent person, but seeing a big red fluffy bow on a car can drive me to think some pretty violent thoughts. Sometimes I imagine walking through a parking lot in mid December and collecting all of the wreaths and bows I can find on the cars (usually they are on SUVs.... can't imagine why...) and throwing them in the river! Of all the things I dislike (feet, trains, windshield wipers, people who talk during movies) this one takes the cake. If you are reading this blog, and are the owner of a car-wreath or car-bow, please do not take offense. I understand that people have the right to decorate their car in ridiculously festive Holiday ornamentation. So embrace this right, but please understand that I cannot be held responsible for what I do when I see these JOLLY trimmings on your JOLLY car... you must remember: THE WREATH MADE ME DO IT!!