Finally, a day out of NoVa! The kiddos, Freedom and I took the opportunity to flee Stepford on Saturday and head, well, anywhere. It was well past time to get the hell out and have some fun. Out. Away. Gone. Vamoosed. Did we go to Baltimore and hang out at the Inner Harbor? No. Did we go MOTORIN’! with go-karts and eat funnel cakes? No. Did we frolic through DC? Nope. You see, after about an hour of researching places to go that were age- and weather-appropriate, we decided to head out to Natural... 

Its already the afternoon and I’ve been at it for hours. Oy. I’m tired. We leave on Thursday. Must clean, launder and pack. Hotels are reserved. Happy oil is on the way.  Work to do. Sleep? Nah, we don’t need no stinkin’ sleep! Heh. So, the weekend review is pretty blah. Freedom and I did manage to finally play Rock Band (awesome) and nobody got hurt. I observed and kinda assisted with a Reiki I class at CalmingWinds and I’ve decided that I’m going to go for my... 

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... 

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... 

So, I’m at my friend’s house in Pennsylvania, trying to gauge the next leg of the trip to Connecticut. Evidently, there is some sort of freak storm that is flooding the entire Eastern sea board and we’re going to drive directly into it and a flood of epic proportions.  I’m fairly certain that I have life jackets, my iPod and maybe a few bottles of wine. We should be ok, right? Excellent. So, Pennsylvania is interesting. The roads remind me much of I-40 between Memphis and...