After eating our faces off in Memphis we started our journey in the rainy mid morning. We slept in as long as we could in hopes of recovering from a fabulous small dinner party at one of our favorite places, The Webb's. We had fabulous food, wine, and conversation. So fun! Pigpen slept first in the BOB (we took it into the Webb's beautiful home), and then on the floor on a cozy palette.
I knew that we had about 5 hours to go until we hit Texarkana, and that meant that my hopes of getting a Scholtzky's sandwich for dinner could possibly be reached. We left Memphis around 11:00 since it was close to Pigpen's nap. Poor little guy's schedule had been shattered in the past week, so we were trying to do the best we could. He fell asleep fairly quickly in the car, so we drove and drove and drove! I typed Schlotsky's into the GPS, and luckily it found one in Texarkana....just as I had hoped! It said we would get there at 4:30pm. I know we wouldn't be able to make it that long without stopping, so we decided to just play things by ear. I couldn't believe it when I found myself looking for signs for McDonald's. We knew that we would have to stop somewhere to let him run around a little whenever he woke up. Where is the perfect place? A mall, a playground, a nasty whore infested truck stop? Hmmmm, so may choices, and so many unknowns.
We hit the jackpot, so we thought, when we got to a town just south of Little Rock. A Chick-fil-A popped up on the GPS. Chick-fil-A is usually clean, and better for you according to all of the radio and television shows who compare fast food restaurants. It usually makes the, "not guaranteed to make your arteries clog" list. And....they usually have a playground thingy. We exited the highway, and saw it in the distance. It was so shiny and pretty. The little playground was so sweet and inviting, and I could almost taste the waffle cut fries and lemonade that would soon be in my belly. Then.....tragedy struck! We realized that it was Sunday! Yes, it was Sunday, and those nice Christian folks who started Chick-fil-A still stick to the old adage of, Sunday is for the family and worship......Crap! What about people who are traveling long distances and need a place for their 19 month old to run and dig? What about us!?
There was a McDonald's across the street with a super advanced over sized hamster's dream in the front, but it was outside, and it was starting to rain. Talk about rain on my parade! We headed back across the highway to the Burger King that we saw when we exited. We noticed that the sign said playground. It's funny how you notice these things once you have children. I would usually drive by a Burger King and just think, "gross", and now I've developed some sort of sonar for indoor playscapes that may not include hypodermic needles and perverts.
So, Burger King it was, and to our surprise and delight, the play area was glassed in, and secured with a door. We ordered a chicken salad and let Pigpen run wild. The actual playground was too advanced for him, it was another over sized hamster project, but he had fun running around and looking in all of the tunnels that he was too small to climb into. It was really nice.
After that, we made it to Schlotzky's where I managed to drop my entire cup of half Sprite and half Orange Soda all over the floor. It basically exploded when it hit the ground. I tried to blame it on Pigpen, but he was about 3 feet away when I did it. I have become a serious "dropper" since I've been pregnant. The sandwich was delicious, and totally took my mind off of the horrible traffic on 35, and the monsoon that was taking place outside. After our scrumptious feast, we loaded back up, bypassed the highway as much as possible on our way to Starbucks, and then headed for Boerne. Traffic thinned out after Texarkana, and we drove until we needed gas. I slept a little with Pigpen's stuffed alligator as lumbar support, and Piggy as a neck roll. Nothing like nodding off to sleep in the car with the faint smell of your child's slobbery stuffed animal behind your head.
Our next stop was in Hillsboro along with everyone else. We stopped at a Whataburger to let the boy run around one last time. This was the best idea so far since Whataburger was selling plastic trains. Pigpen spotted them immediately from across the counter and screamed out repeatedly "choo choo, choo choooo, choo choooooo." We were only able to buy one at a time, so my husband bought a strawberry shake, and then I went up and bought a small fry.....Pigpen got an engine car and a caboose. He played with these on the filthy Whataburger floor as I went out to the car to get his PJ's. No changing table in the bathroom, so I changed him into his PJ's right there on the plastic bench seat that is bolted to the ground. As I was stripping him of his clothes, I thought what the hell....might as well change his diaper too....it was just a tinkle diaper, and no one was in there. I could just pretend like I was from another country and didn't speak English if someone said something....right?
My husband drove until he couldn't stand it anymore, and woke me up to take over right when I had finally fallen into that really nice REM sleep mode. I took the wheel outside of Round Rock, and drove us all the way to Boerne....we got there at 2am, and immediately went to bed! What a journey! I made it without going into labor in Arkansas, and we didn't even have one disagreement or tift....not that we ever do, but someone is a little more bitchy these days....not gonna mention who...
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Fashionista Goes To Texas
Yes, we decided to go to Texas to have the baby, and we didn't just decide to go to Texas, we decided to drive to Texas. I have to admit that I was a little nervous about the impending journey, well......okay, a lot nervous! I couldn't decide if it was worse to fly with Pigpen trying to step all over his unborn sister for four hours, or to ride in the car with a nineteen month old for, well, two days. Which one sounds more horrible to you?
Our thought process went something like this......if he is in the car, we can control him, and he will only bother us instead of the unsuspecting strangers on the plane: like the poor man who was sitting behind us that he decided to spit his binky on, or the lady that was showered with the water that he coughed up after getting a little too excited with my water bottle. If we drive, we can let him get out and run around when he gets crazy. However, four hours sounds better than 31. Yeah, that's right.....31.
Well, we decided to drive, and it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. My new car is sooooo comfortable, so I attribute most of my sanity to BMW. Thank you for making a comfy seat, and a backseat with a shitload of legroom. I also would like to thank my husband the Engineer for rigging up two "binky leashes" that he attached to Pigpen's carseat. This was a genius move! When you are a few weeks shy of 8 months pregnant, turning around in the front seat and looking for thrown binkies is not a comfortable move. In fact, it's enough to make you want to scream....the kind of scream that makes you hoarse for days!
We drove to PA first to spend Thanksgiving with my husband's family. This is an 8 hour drive that we split up with a stroll in Central Park. It was a beautiful day, and we decided to make the most of driving by NYC....we decided to actually stop this time. I found the Chanel Boutique in my GPS, and programmed it in to get us close to Central Park. We found street parking right next to the park and headed out for a stroll. It was a glorious day! Pigpen found a friend to play with....by play, I mean, he stole his soccer ball and Frisbee. The parents were very cool, so we hung out with them for a while, then we swung on the swingset with all of the New Yorkers, and tackled the slide. It was heaven. The trees were still beautiful vibrant fall colors, and people were out just enjoying the wonderful day. After the park we decided to head to ABC Carpet and Home for a Pot of Chocolate from the delicious little chocolatier inside the store. The hot chocolate is served in a sweet little white pot with an espresso size cup to drink from. It's like drinking a liquid candybar....I dream about it.
As we were driving downtown, or uptown, I don't really know. I just know that we passed Magnolia Bakery, and a man selling fake purses on the street. You may think, big deal...there are men selling fake purses all over NYC, and most of them suck. They say Prado and Cucci. But this man, this man had fabulousness. He had Goyard bags that looked absolutely Divine from the car! I gasped and screamed out Goyard! My husband looked at my like, "seriously, I'm in this crappy traffic, and your are screaming about fake purses!" He refused to stop, and I decided to be okay with it, but don't think I didn't think about those for the rest of the day...and don't think I didn't kick myself for not insisting he stop since I scanned every other fake purse table for any glimpse of Goyard and found nothing...nothing I tell you!!! He was the jackpot, and I totally missed it! I hate myself.
ABC carpet was as beautiful as ever. We walked in, and the store greeted us with beautifully organic yet fabulous handmade decor. Their Christmas stuff was up, and it was so shiny and white and whimsical. Pigpen stayed glued to my husband's shoulders....ABC Carpet is not a place to let a 19 month old loose...you would be sent to the poor house after having to pay for all the crap he could destroy. The store was fab, but we did run into a small hiccup. The chocolateir closed down like the week before! It sucked! I was so sad, but decided to make the most of a signature hot chocolate from Starbucks as my replacement. We didn't buy one thing, and decided to eat two hotdogs from a hotdog cart. I know it sounds terrible, but it was delicious! "If you were a hotdog and you were starvin, would you eat yourself...I know I would.....I would slather myself with brown mustard and relish...I'd be so delicious!" Thank you Will Ferrel as Harry Karry-SNL.
http://cubs.fandome.com/video/26579/Will-Ferrell-If-you-were-a-hot-dog/
After a fab visit to PA, we started our journey to Texas. We were going to stop in Memphis on the way to break it up and stay with my friend Ging. We left PA at 1pm, and got to Memphis at 4am. We stopped once for dinner at dare I say.....Chuck E Cheese. I think we were in Roanoke, VA when this took place. It was the best idea in the world. Yes, it took an hour away from driving, but Pigpen got to run lose like a hooligan and burn off some energy. Mommy and daddy had to eat shitty pizza and buffalo wings for dinner, but who cares....it's all about the kids right? My husband almost opted for the salad bar until I reminded him of where we were, and how the "sneeze guard" didn't really work for little grubby germ infested kids that are under 5 feet tall. Gross! We decided we were better off with high school kids working in the kitchen. We only stopped one more time after the damn GPS took us to a Starbucks located in the Student Center at the University of Tenn. Of course that was the one I chose. We ended up finding a real Starbucks around the corner. We got Pigpen out in his PJ's. The barrista gave us some steamed milk for him, and we let him eat a cookie and run around the coffee house in his footy PJ's. He loved it! I had to change him on a chair that was luckily sitting in the bathroom....poor little guy was looking at me like...."what the hell, mommy, this chair is about 2 feet across, and I'm about 3 feet long...this sucks!" Funny they don't have a changing table in the Starbucks by campus. After his milk, he fell asleep, and we just drove and drove and drove. We got to Ging's house and went to sleep in her cozy bed for a couple of hours. To be continued.....
Our thought process went something like this......if he is in the car, we can control him, and he will only bother us instead of the unsuspecting strangers on the plane: like the poor man who was sitting behind us that he decided to spit his binky on, or the lady that was showered with the water that he coughed up after getting a little too excited with my water bottle. If we drive, we can let him get out and run around when he gets crazy. However, four hours sounds better than 31. Yeah, that's right.....31.
Well, we decided to drive, and it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. My new car is sooooo comfortable, so I attribute most of my sanity to BMW. Thank you for making a comfy seat, and a backseat with a shitload of legroom. I also would like to thank my husband the Engineer for rigging up two "binky leashes" that he attached to Pigpen's carseat. This was a genius move! When you are a few weeks shy of 8 months pregnant, turning around in the front seat and looking for thrown binkies is not a comfortable move. In fact, it's enough to make you want to scream....the kind of scream that makes you hoarse for days!
We drove to PA first to spend Thanksgiving with my husband's family. This is an 8 hour drive that we split up with a stroll in Central Park. It was a beautiful day, and we decided to make the most of driving by NYC....we decided to actually stop this time. I found the Chanel Boutique in my GPS, and programmed it in to get us close to Central Park. We found street parking right next to the park and headed out for a stroll. It was a glorious day! Pigpen found a friend to play with....by play, I mean, he stole his soccer ball and Frisbee. The parents were very cool, so we hung out with them for a while, then we swung on the swingset with all of the New Yorkers, and tackled the slide. It was heaven. The trees were still beautiful vibrant fall colors, and people were out just enjoying the wonderful day. After the park we decided to head to ABC Carpet and Home for a Pot of Chocolate from the delicious little chocolatier inside the store. The hot chocolate is served in a sweet little white pot with an espresso size cup to drink from. It's like drinking a liquid candybar....I dream about it.
As we were driving downtown, or uptown, I don't really know. I just know that we passed Magnolia Bakery, and a man selling fake purses on the street. You may think, big deal...there are men selling fake purses all over NYC, and most of them suck. They say Prado and Cucci. But this man, this man had fabulousness. He had Goyard bags that looked absolutely Divine from the car! I gasped and screamed out Goyard! My husband looked at my like, "seriously, I'm in this crappy traffic, and your are screaming about fake purses!" He refused to stop, and I decided to be okay with it, but don't think I didn't think about those for the rest of the day...and don't think I didn't kick myself for not insisting he stop since I scanned every other fake purse table for any glimpse of Goyard and found nothing...nothing I tell you!!! He was the jackpot, and I totally missed it! I hate myself.
ABC carpet was as beautiful as ever. We walked in, and the store greeted us with beautifully organic yet fabulous handmade decor. Their Christmas stuff was up, and it was so shiny and white and whimsical. Pigpen stayed glued to my husband's shoulders....ABC Carpet is not a place to let a 19 month old loose...you would be sent to the poor house after having to pay for all the crap he could destroy. The store was fab, but we did run into a small hiccup. The chocolateir closed down like the week before! It sucked! I was so sad, but decided to make the most of a signature hot chocolate from Starbucks as my replacement. We didn't buy one thing, and decided to eat two hotdogs from a hotdog cart. I know it sounds terrible, but it was delicious! "If you were a hotdog and you were starvin, would you eat yourself...I know I would.....I would slather myself with brown mustard and relish...I'd be so delicious!" Thank you Will Ferrel as Harry Karry-SNL.
http://cubs.fandome.com/video/26579/Will-Ferrell-If-you-were-a-hot-dog/
After a fab visit to PA, we started our journey to Texas. We were going to stop in Memphis on the way to break it up and stay with my friend Ging. We left PA at 1pm, and got to Memphis at 4am. We stopped once for dinner at dare I say.....Chuck E Cheese. I think we were in Roanoke, VA when this took place. It was the best idea in the world. Yes, it took an hour away from driving, but Pigpen got to run lose like a hooligan and burn off some energy. Mommy and daddy had to eat shitty pizza and buffalo wings for dinner, but who cares....it's all about the kids right? My husband almost opted for the salad bar until I reminded him of where we were, and how the "sneeze guard" didn't really work for little grubby germ infested kids that are under 5 feet tall. Gross! We decided we were better off with high school kids working in the kitchen. We only stopped one more time after the damn GPS took us to a Starbucks located in the Student Center at the University of Tenn. Of course that was the one I chose. We ended up finding a real Starbucks around the corner. We got Pigpen out in his PJ's. The barrista gave us some steamed milk for him, and we let him eat a cookie and run around the coffee house in his footy PJ's. He loved it! I had to change him on a chair that was luckily sitting in the bathroom....poor little guy was looking at me like...."what the hell, mommy, this chair is about 2 feet across, and I'm about 3 feet long...this sucks!" Funny they don't have a changing table in the Starbucks by campus. After his milk, he fell asleep, and we just drove and drove and drove. We got to Ging's house and went to sleep in her cozy bed for a couple of hours. To be continued.....
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