Where are we today?

I don't know where we are half the time...that's why I keep Matt around! He says we are near Memphis today...lol! Still enjoying the nomadic lifestyle though. The worst part is having to walk across a long parking lot to a bathroom, especially in the middle of the night. My knee healed nicely. I have a scar to show off!
The boys are doing very well. Jason was in the local paper today cuz he was walking in the rain! The article was about the rain, but I still think it's pretty cool.

New York City!

Matt drove us thru NYC today. Glad I wasn't driving! We could just make out Lady Liberty's silhouette in the distance. Pretty groovy. Gonna have to play tourist there one day. Headed to Maine for tomorrow.

9-1-10 Oopsie! That's gonna leave a mark!

I could no longer wait; I had to go to the bathroom. Matt was asleep so I quietly slipped out of the truck and made my way to the truck stop store. I had to walk across the truck scale to get there. Bleary-eyed from napping, I totally did not see the little ledge off the scale and thinking this was not going to be graceful and hoping no one was looking I tried to move my foot up to catch myself...to no avail. Somehow my toes got caught, scraped the cement, and I went all the way down....SLAM! Knees and hands right into the pavement behind a rig at the first fuel aisle. Instinctively I rolled and ended up on my side screaming in my head, "What the f...k! Then I'm like, "Why is no one coming to my rescue? I could lay here and get run over by an incoming rig! Oh sh..t! I'd better get up before I get run over by a rig!" Very disoriented, I slowly got up and grabbed my hat which had fallen off to my horror and then I was glad nobody acted like they saw me because my hair was a greasy wreck! We don't get to shower every single day out here and my hair gets yucky fast! Thankfully I only had the tiniest scratch on my hands and scraped my knee up pretty good but nothing broken except my pride. If only one could actually DIE of embarrassment!

8-31-10 Dumb asses

So picture this: it's 2am near Children of the Corn, Iowa, pitch black except for the headlights on the road ahead. Suddenly, 2 donkeys are in those lights staring at you from the middle of the road. Matt had to slam on the brakes and swerve to keep from hitting them. I was asleep so needless to say I was flung from the bunk. Ok, I was on the bottom bunk and had just kinda started waking up and was able to catch myself on the night stand but my legs were flung to the floor.