Dear Stephen,
Well, finally this video works, so I'm posting it now for you...
Anyway, I'm off to Michigan tomorrow, with my mother and my dog. I remember the days when I would take this same trip from DC by myself, and drive straight through 12 hours one-way. (Except for getting more gas or going to the bathroom). I was younger then, and it didn't bother me to drive for such a long stretch. A dozen CD's and TAH DAH, I was there. No big whoop. But, now it's more difficult for me to drive for longer than 3 or 4 hours at a stretch. My back starts to ache, my foot falls asleep (unless I can use cruise control), and I get tired quicker than I used to. Damn this aging stuff.
Soooo, I'm off to bed early tonight, and then up at the crack of dawn tomorrow to hit the road before any of the morning rush hour strikes. It takes about 7.5 hours from Pittsburgh, and you'd THINK that wouldn't be such a big deal compared to the 12 hours from DC, but noooooo, it FEELS exactly the same. It's going to be a bit tedious with my dog in the back and my mom with a micro-bladder and her chronic smoke-aholic syndrome. (Sigh). I wish she'd quit smoking, it drives me up the wall. But you can't talk to her about it, she'll get all pissy and slap an attitude at ya. Stubborn damned hag.
Well, the itinerary is looking rather full for the weekend when we arrive in Michigan. The weather is supposed to be AWESOME, and miracle of miracles, the Lake is warming up so it's actually SWIMMABLE now, (yay! I miss the beach SO MUCH)!!
Thursday is pretty much a day of relaxing from the long ride, mooching dinner off my sister, and giving everybody presents to open. I most likely will crash hard around 7 p.m. or so, I imagine. I'm a wuss.
My 6th grade teacher wants to meet me for lunch on Friday. Truly I am disappointed, I have looked everywhere but can't find the lesson plans I created in college to teach about Anne Frank and the Holocaust, which I wanted to share with her and she wanted to copy for her teacher friend. I am annoyed at myself for this, I know it's gotta be here somewhere. I figure if I'm not cut out to be a teacher, then maybe somebody else can use them---I got an A+ on that thing, I'm very proud of it. (Yeah, so proud it's buried somewhere in a box, I'll betcha).
Friday afternoon we'll hit all the thrift stores that we love going to, and in the evening we are taking Emily out for her 21st birthday. Ain't it a kick in the pants, she's PREGNANT so she can't have any alcohol!! HA!! Saturday is BEACH DAY, ahhhhhhh I can't wait for that....and shopping for food for the baby shower on Sunday. Then Sunday is the baby shower party, at my sister's house. She has a pool so that'll be nice too, we'll soak and laugh and eat and play stupid baby shower games. Woooo!
I know you're jealous! If you would just SHOW UP, I mean GEEZ, I invite you EVERYWHERE, but you never take me up on it, ya bum.....if you'd just show up, I MIGHT just save you a cupcake!
Then it's back to Pittsburgh Monday morning. And then I get to collapse and relax until mid-July when my sister and her hubby and 2 boys will be coming down here to visit us for the first time since we moved to this new house. It is going to blow them away when they see it, I think. It's very large compared to anything my sister and I ever lived in before. I'm really kinda feeling apprehensive about it, though, because sometimes she gets kinda jealous of me and I don't want that to happen. I try really hard NOT to make her feel like that, but sometimes it just happens anyway. Sibling rivalry sucks.
Well, so that's the scoop. Pete will have to survive 4 whole days without me, the poor thing. Of course, I'll do my "wifely duty" this evening before I go to bed, and of course I have left him a "honey-do" list as well. Wanna place bets on how much of that list actually gets accomplished?! Yeah.
(Rolling my eyeballs).
Anyway, I love you Stephen, I hope you have a wonderful weekend, and I will write again soon. It won't be tomorrow, obviously, but I'll try to write on Friday. BIG HUG TO YOU. SMOOCH TOO!
Love, Rebecca
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