I called you a ho. Heh. Continuing the “Leaving Vagina, entering Asshole, crossing the Tennessee Taint” tour… Its hard to imagine a state longer than Virginia, unless its Tennessee. There’s this little tail thing on Southwest Virginia that may appear to only be a few hundred miles, but, I assure you, that tail is at least a 3-day drive. I was bad, I amused myself by taking photos while driving. Bad Melia, I know, but it was better than nodding off or gouging a hole in my head...
I am leaving! I’m dragging the three younglings and Freedom on my now-infamous summer tour. No more home Internet issues, no more DC blast furnace (I’m trading that for the Arkansas blast furnace) and I get to see people and get the fuck out of Stepford. In theory, I’ll be back. Its tempting to just stay on the road forever, but I’m pretty sure I cannot accomplish homeschooling in a mini-van. Its not that I don’t like Northern Virginia. I love the diversity, and that...
No, I’m not, but yes, I am. I’m all up in Jersey’s grill today, with 3 of the 4 kidlets. We hit the pool, a really interesting Chinese buffet next to a liquor store that I did NOT go into, thinking that I could just grab a beer at the gas station on the way home, and now we’re back in the hotel for the night. Across the street is a hotel with restaurant and bar. Grumble. Tomorrow, we head home to resume our regularly scheduled lives. When last I blogged, I was at my Circle’s...
Someone brought it up recently that I’ve got a certain knack for natural disasters lately, and especially for involving my friends in my adventures with copious amounts of snow, and now, rain. Currently, it is believed that I have one more bizarre weather phenomenon to encounter, so I’m fairly certain that within the next six weeks, there will be a tidal wave hit wherever I’m at, and whomever happens to be with me at the time. Coincidentally, I’ll either be in DC or celebrating...
