Sunday, July 20, 2008

Road Trip Lessons

We just returned from Mississippi. I will be posting pictures later tonight, but since we're fresh (I use that term loosely) off the road, I thought I'd share some lessons we learned about road-tripping...

1. Whoever said "Getting there is half the fun" never made a road trip with a teething 9-month old who just learned to crawl and therefore does not like being stuck in a carseat in a compact sedan whose owners thought that because it had four doors it would be a perfect family car when, in reality, if you put a stroller in the trunk you're done. 

2. The city of Monroe, La needs to have its diaper changed. If you drive through there and suddenly think you need to stop and change your child's diaper, just keep on driving. It's not your kid. It's Monroe. 

3. All pickup truck drivers are buttheads*. And if you are reading this blog and drive a pickup truck, then I'm sorry....Sorry that you are a butthead. 

*Harsher language was used in the car today, but this is a family blog. 

10 comments:

the mama said...

welcome to the world of traveling with kids!! and you hit the nail on the head about the monroe/bastrop exit. just keep driving...it's not your kid! glad the trip was a success...
emily

pink is the new black said...

Jenny!! Seriously, Monroe DOES stink...every time Seth and I would make the trip from B'ham we would always speed through that area...ugh! What memories! Sounds and looks like y'all had a great time...Tate is so sweet, can't wait to see him crawling all over the place on Saturday...we steam-cleaned our carpets just for the big event:) so it will be nice and clean for him!!

KJ Druyvesteyn said...

Well, that does it. Since I am pretty new to living in the South, I wanted to explore all over. Our next city to visit was Monroe...but now you've ruined it for us. And to think we got such a great deal on that bed-n-breakfast. Hmph.

Incidentally, Monroe's "sister city" must be Gary, Indiana which smells like rotting fish. Just to be clear, you can get a great rate on a hotel there too.

Rob said...

It wasn't Monroe. It was Jenny. She had just finished a large breakfast burrito from Sonic.

Sarah said...

Kim, may I recommend Big Spring as your next vacation place. It's a beautiful Texas town that does not stink at all. I'm sure they have at least one hotel...

Jenny, you win best daughter-in-law. I gripe about the 6 hour trip to Midland when we go see Jer's family...nine and a half...whew.

The Robertson Family said...

Rob -- where do you hide your pickup? Because you must drive one.

Rebekah said...

1. Did anyone else start singing "Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana my home sweet home" when KJ put that comment on there? Anyone? Just me? OK.

2. Rob did not call pickup drivers buttheads on his blog nor did he reference your gas problems in Monroe. Just so you know...

3. What is the "Robertson Boys post" at the park?

Sarah said...

Bek...totally started singing Gary, Indiana when I read that. I started singing that on the morning announcements one day at school. I'm not ashamed.

Also, the Robertson boys post at the park is probably where they got a plank engraved with their name on it for donating to the park or helping to build it. AM I RIGHT?!? DO I WIN A PRIZE?!?

pink is the new black said...

Rob...it was YOUR super Sonic chili cheese tater tots that you had at 8am...I'm just sayin' don't be bringin' that gas to Graelyn's party or you'll be out in the playhouse eating your hot dog dude...and my thought on the park engraving is that it's a rite of passage...after they fool their future wife into thinking that he's super cool/chick magnet...because in reality, he's just a nerd (hello straight shoes, ultra ironed, military dude) like all of our husbands are:)

The Robertson Family said...

In response to Rebekah (can I call you Bek like Angie does?)...

1. Um, yeah. That would only be you...and your sister apparently. And wait...aren't you the same person who got the Monchichi song stuck in your head the other day?? I imagine your life like Ally McBeal's, occasionally breaking out into theme songs.

2. Thank you for the heads up. I am still trying to distance myself from his blog. Rob who? I may have to give in and embrace it, though.

3. Sarah wins the prize!! You give money to the park, you get a fence post with your name on it. Rob is from a family of three boys, hence "The Robertson Boys." Although I think Angie's suggestion is true, too.