I know you are all jealous that we vacationed in Indiana this year. All of you “oh we went to Disney” and “the ocean was fabulous” and “doesn’t everyone go to a dude ranch?” and “wasn’t Europe fabulous this year” people. I am happy for you. We went to the middle of a few cornfields where it was about 110 degrees each day, we had a plastic purple pool, some brown grass, and cheap wine.
It was perfect. Because my mom and step-dad were there…not to mention my brother and his family. And at my age sometimes the simple and slower life is just what I need, a bit of nostalgia, a Bloody Mary at the Elks Club, and the ability to slip right back into my southern drawl for the week. It must be perfect because it keeps us coming back each year.
And the girls are finally at the age where the 12 hour drive actually flies by – even when I’m the only driver. All hail the dvd player.
So our vacation by the numbers:
1240 – miles that I drove
10 -cups of coffee to get me through those miles
27 – times we listened to Astrid’s favorite song “Rumour Has It” by Adele
44 – inches that my 18 year old nephew is taller than Astrid
4 – inches that Eloise has to grow so that she’s taller than my mom
0 – ex high school boyfriends that I saw during our trip(this is for my husband’s info since he asked)
0 – ex high school boyfriends that I tried to see(this is for my husband’s info)
25 – years since I’ve seen my ex high school boyfriends
1 – time some kid puked in the public pool and we had to evacuate
29 – cars that I had to pass on the right because they would not get over
28 – cars that I passed on the right had Minnesota plates. The other one had an Illinois plate that read ‘MN Born’ – no shit.
29- times I cursed at Minnesota drivers for driving in the left lane while they were not actively passing
3 – large McDonald’s orders of fries we ate
115 – the highest temperature recorded at my mom’s house during our visit
1469 – estimated number of corn fields we passed
18 – Wisconsin State Troopers passed
87 – fastest speed that I drove (when not passing a trooper)
23 – number of times truck drivers honked at me as I passed them (this just proves that the average age of Americans continues to increase. Remember when truck drivers used to just honk at 19 year olds in red Miatas? Now it’s middle aged moms in minivans.)
365 – number of days we will look forward to our trip again next year
What are your Summer vacation plans?