What I thought about while I drove eleven hours (700 miles) to California.
- “God gives us dope! God gives us dope! God gives us dope!” (Remembering back to when my young boys screamed this through the house, after they misheard the song lyrics: “God gives us hope.” I never had the heart to correct them.)
- Oh, I can pinch much less fat around my waist now.
- I wonder if I should use the all-wheel drive option for hills. Oh, what the heck. Let’s see what happens.
- Blue sky! I see blue sky! I wonder how tan I’ll get?
- “You know what? Bird shit could easily be considered abstract art. Just look at it. (points to sidewalk) Even a good artist would have a hard time duplicating that.” ~ My middle son’s comment a few weeks ago
- The time when I was twelve, the seventh grade fieldtrip was to Ashland, Oregon, a seven hour school bus ride. On arrival I stepped on a nail and had to go the emergency room for a tetanus shot. On departure I threw up all over the backseat.
- The time I was a teacher and went to science camp with my fifth grade class and ended up in the emergency room for severe breakout of poison oak.
- I’ve been in an ambulance at least six times.
- The time when I was a student at middle school, and in science class a boa constrictor snake wrapped itself around my waist, went through my belt hoops, and got stuck. I had to give the boa constrictor’s owner my pants to take home. Why does weird stuff always happen to me?
- There are a whole lot of songs about love and heartbreak on the radio, that pretty much cover every possible scenario, and that I’ve just about experienced every single scenario.
- My muse. My darling muse. The enigma who makes me read, write, and digest erotica.
- My youngest son is much like a wild hamster in the way he nests and clutters up the backseat of the van. Is there such a thing as wild hamsters?
- I never ever see tailgaters in Washington, but see them all over California.
- Who thought it was a good idea to close California state parks? Who thought it was a good idea to elect the Terminator as a governor?
- Country singers can make anything sound sad and sexy.
- It was so kind of the restaurant waitress to subtract the price of the vegetarian omelet from my bill after I politely explained that they might want to be careful not to accidentally have chunks of ground beef in the veggie omelet.
- How wonderful that you have to let someone pump your gas in Oregon. It’s the law.
- How fortunate that out of all the gas stations in the upper portion of California that I happened to pick the only free full-service gas station. And that the man with the one arm and missing teeth who pumped my gas had the most beautiful energy and spirit. And that I could feasibly marry a man with one arm and missing teeth. And that looks do not matter to me nearly as much as the energy I share with a person. And that I need to stop worrying about my looks, because I radiate love and positive energy. And I am beautiful just like the man with one arm and missing teeth.
- How great that so many people have the capacity to travel the manmade road, through manmade passage ways, passages that were exploded with dynamite.
- Trucks are sexy. I would make a lousy truck driver.
- I think way too much about way too much, and could probably survive with my sanity intact in solitary confinement because of my vivid imagination and inquisitive thought processes.
- For some reason the phrases “pump my gas” and “big rig” sound erotic.
- I’m so happy. I wonder if I drank too much iced-tea.
- I’m having a really good hair day.