Greetings from Washington! We have packed up our hotel room in Seattle, and getting the girls some last minute sleep before our 01:30 check in at SeaTac, and decided to give you some more lessons, while we catch up on our normal Wednesday night TV. So to continue our lessons from the gypsy life, and catch you up on our going-ons (yeah yeah, it is in our dictionary), I give you the continuation of our lessons:
#12. An AR-15 will fix a zombie. You can't be fully Texan without a few things. A pair of boots (we have 4 pairs of pink ones), a truck, and an assault rifle. Why you might ask? For zombies, of course! Everyone knows when the apocalypse kicks off, you grab your chillins' and head to somewhere safe. Good fields of fire are a must, and that means open spaces. Ergo, Texas. So while we were there, all the girls got to enjoy the many delights of being a country girl. Feeding cows, riding the 4 wheeler, and shooting. And no one does shooting like Uncle Tim and Aunt Amy. So we spent our last afternoon in Texas putting rounds down range, and blowing stuff up. Since we still had "Chris the zombie" from last year, but his blood and guts had dried up, we felt he needed some tannerite for a booming good time. The girls all got a chance to run through some pistol work, and Alicia got her hands on an AR-15 for a little big gun time.
#12. An AR-15 will fix a zombie. You can't be fully Texan without a few things. A pair of boots (we have 4 pairs of pink ones), a truck, and an assault rifle. Why you might ask? For zombies, of course! Everyone knows when the apocalypse kicks off, you grab your chillins' and head to somewhere safe. Good fields of fire are a must, and that means open spaces. Ergo, Texas. So while we were there, all the girls got to enjoy the many delights of being a country girl. Feeding cows, riding the 4 wheeler, and shooting. And no one does shooting like Uncle Tim and Aunt Amy. So we spent our last afternoon in Texas putting rounds down range, and blowing stuff up. Since we still had "Chris the zombie" from last year, but his blood and guts had dried up, we felt he needed some tannerite for a booming good time. The girls all got a chance to run through some pistol work, and Alicia got her hands on an AR-15 for a little big gun time.
#13.
SIRI will NOT tell you where your missing Nintendo DS game is, no
matter how many of your sisters you have ask her in different tones of
voice. And the only thing funnier than reading that statement, is hearing 3 little girls in the other room, repeatedly asking "Siri, where is my DS game? Siri, where is Sonny with a Chance? Siri, where is my Sonny with a Chance game?" over and over, after you have told them to "find it or else" (And for the record, Daddy found it a few days later, AFTER we left Colorado, in a backpack pocket).
#14. Just because you are born and raised in Vail, does not mean you will love skiing. Or the cold. Or the mountains. Or hiking, or any of that hippie nature crap. That is a direct quote from my darling wife. I also remember hearing "I wasn't MEANT to live in Colorado" more than once, while we were in her hometown. And evidently I will NEVER retire to Colorado. But two of the girls had a blast skiing, and they all did Daddy proud by trying their best all day, and never quitting. But Bella, our Vail baby, wrapped up the day with the statement that "next time, I'm staying home with Grandma".
Our "Vail baby":
#15. The only thing to do in Eagle/Gypsum is bowl. Somehow, in getting together with friends to catch up, we went bowling 3 times in a week. And NONE of our games improved with all that practice. (I might even say they got worse.) And for the record, Bella doesn't like bowling either.
#16. PCS-ing at Christmas time has it's benefits, but NOT if you're the family pack mule. When we left North Carolina 28 days ago, we had a car packed with 8 suitcases, and a tub of Christmas presents to GIVE AWAY. We flew out of Texas with an extra suitcase for the flight to Denver. By the time we flew to Seattle, we had 8 checked bags, a carry on suitcase, a garment bag, and 5 backpacks. All of them filled to the max. The last time I totaled scale readings (in San Antonio) we had 380 lbs of checked luggage. And that doesn't count the fact that along the way, we have left ratty jeans, worn out shoes, or stained high waters the girls had been hanging on to. It's actually quite comical to watch us moving through an airport. Dad has managed to clip 5 rolling suitcases together in a train, topped by 2 duffel bags, and 2 car seats clipped on. In the words of Goose "No, man, I've got a great Polaroid of it, and he's right there" (but we can't find it right now). The lesson is, if you are PCS-ing, don't do Christmas with TWO grandmas en route!
Okay, so we are wrapped up here in Seattle, and should be heading to the airport in an hour or so. Hope you all are already experiencing a prosperous New Year. We enjoyed fireworks off the space needle from our hotel balcony, and have enjoyed our time here. Look for pics of that in a few days. In the meantime, we will be on the move yet again, and if you managed to find us last time, by the next time you look, we'll be 8,000 miles away. Carmen San Diego ain't got %$#! on us!
But for those of you keeping tally, we've been 27 days, 4,100 miles, 9 states, all four time zones, and are only 1/3 of the way there.....
Our "Vail baby":
#15. The only thing to do in Eagle/Gypsum is bowl. Somehow, in getting together with friends to catch up, we went bowling 3 times in a week. And NONE of our games improved with all that practice. (I might even say they got worse.) And for the record, Bella doesn't like bowling either.
#16. PCS-ing at Christmas time has it's benefits, but NOT if you're the family pack mule. When we left North Carolina 28 days ago, we had a car packed with 8 suitcases, and a tub of Christmas presents to GIVE AWAY. We flew out of Texas with an extra suitcase for the flight to Denver. By the time we flew to Seattle, we had 8 checked bags, a carry on suitcase, a garment bag, and 5 backpacks. All of them filled to the max. The last time I totaled scale readings (in San Antonio) we had 380 lbs of checked luggage. And that doesn't count the fact that along the way, we have left ratty jeans, worn out shoes, or stained high waters the girls had been hanging on to. It's actually quite comical to watch us moving through an airport. Dad has managed to clip 5 rolling suitcases together in a train, topped by 2 duffel bags, and 2 car seats clipped on. In the words of Goose "No, man, I've got a great Polaroid of it, and he's right there" (but we can't find it right now). The lesson is, if you are PCS-ing, don't do Christmas with TWO grandmas en route!
Okay, so we are wrapped up here in Seattle, and should be heading to the airport in an hour or so. Hope you all are already experiencing a prosperous New Year. We enjoyed fireworks off the space needle from our hotel balcony, and have enjoyed our time here. Look for pics of that in a few days. In the meantime, we will be on the move yet again, and if you managed to find us last time, by the next time you look, we'll be 8,000 miles away. Carmen San Diego ain't got %$#! on us!
But for those of you keeping tally, we've been 27 days, 4,100 miles, 9 states, all four time zones, and are only 1/3 of the way there.....
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