We ain't in Checotah anymore...

Today was full of grand displays of ineptitude and foolhardiness, from our misadventures spray painting Cadillacs in high winds to our failed attempts to camp on the harsh terrain of New Mexico. But we're having fun - enjoy the pictures of us at last night's unfortunately named campsite, my Cadillac (that's a unicorn - keep in mind, high winds and rain), and the sign for Carrie Underwood's hometown (yes, we stumbled upon that - I love American Idol, but I'm not that much of a freak to go seek that out. Besides, I voted for Bo Bice). Now it's time to nap in the parking lot of the Days Inn before our early start tomorrow, when we head out for the Grand Canyon and Vegas.

I've been catching up on a lot of sleep... I've had a lot of time to rest, and when I'm not resting, I'm thinking. There's a lot of time to reflect - this was definitely the perfect time for a trip like this. Goodnight, and I hope everyone is well.

Chaaaaaapstiiiick......

Got to make this quick, because Starbucks bleeds you dry for the privelege of using their internet, and we've got to hit the road soon if we're going to make Texas by dark. We're already a bit behind, and I don't know if we're going to get to L.A. when we planned to (I'll call you when I know, Heather). But this is the trip so far... we've hit the Mothman museum, which was especially cool since I just finished reading the book, and because there was signed memorabilia from my alter ego. And we camped in Kentucky (I like Kentucky - hot and lush, and full of horses. Tomorrow should be a lot of fun - if we can fit everything in (it's supposed to be Cadillac Ranch, the Grand Canyon, and Vegas!) 'Til the next update....



If I don't seem that thrilled in this video, it's only because I hadn't had the chance to pet the horse on his pretty nose yet.

Sugar, we're going down swinging.

Thank God another weekend is over. I'm not looking forward to weekends anymore, based on the way the last several have gone. From now on, I will look forward to the work week, because those have been a hell of a lot more fun lately. Ahh, the rewards of hard work, small achievements, and distant, professional relationships. My cubicle is now my haven, and those eight solitary hours are my escape from the real world.