Archive for March, 2017

Well, we pulled an all night drive on Friday, so we made it through most of Montana, all of South Dakota, and all the way down the border of Iowa before stopping for the night in St. Joseph, Missouri. 

Pardon us if we were less than impressed with the Midwestern states- in our defense we only saw what there is to see from the interstate, and we were also sleep deprived!

Today we passed through Kansas City, which was surprisingly pretty in some spots, and will be going through St. Louis and Nashville later on today. I saw my first real live cardinal, and we saw sweet roadside justice being served to a guy who had sped by us going ​waaayy over the speed limit. 

We definitely aren’t playing the tourist with this trip, which we’re more than okay with. The days leading up to us leaving were so busy, the whole Missoula debacle was exhausting, and we’re so sleep deprived. We just want to make it to our new home and crash as much as possible before heading up to the Bastille concert in Brooklyn this Thursday. 

Yes, we’re going to a concert in Brooklyn four days after we move to North Carolina. It was my Christmas present to Seth, so there’s no way we’re going to miss it! 

We’ll be arriving in Charlotte really late tonight, probably 2 or 3am. Not ideal, but it was imperative that we sleep as much as we did last night, so we’re okay with it being late. 

Has anyone heard of Wall Drug? If you have, just forget that you ever did. Don’t go there, don’t talk about it, don’t look into it. It’s a twilight zone, a 50’s ghost town throwback remeniscent of a landscape you might see in a Fall Out game.  

If you’re fool enough to turn off there, you begin to feel as though you’ve been drawn into a cult: where the closer you look the more you start to realize that the entire town is run by the same people, and it all has this bizarre, fairly well kept, pseudo-western facade on everything. 

It’s​ a place where if you spend too much time there, you’ll leave and realize that twenty years have passed and the world has continued to go on without you, but​ you never had a clue, because in Wall Drug things stayed exactly the same. The coffee was always 5¢. The food was always overpriced and disappointing. The jackalopes were always oddly disturbing, with their pheasant tail feathers and their bizarre bird feet.

You’ll never go back, of course, but Wall Drug will forever lurk at the back of your mind. You’ll always wonder if it was actually real, because you’ve never heard anyone else ever talk about it, and part of you will always feel like it’s being drawn back there to see if you can figure out just what was the deal with that place. And if you ever find yourself in a little town that has a distinctly old West vibe to it, you’ll start to think that maybe you never actually left Wall Drug after all. 


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A little more than 24 hours later, we’re back in the road! New car, same (slightly dented) trailer, only casualties that we know of are the Jeep and Seth’s poor monitor 😦 

Only 2336 miles to go! 

Meet the new car, Duck!

Rip Jeep, you were a (mostly) awesome car! 

Going to see how far we get tonight, I will probably post again tomorrow 🙂 

Seth likens this experience to moving up a level: we got a new car, made it through the first big obstacle of our journey, and are on our adventure again! 


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Oh boy. Montana yield lights are confusing and pretty stupid.

That said, we’ve got a dented U-haul trailer, and​ a Jeep with the tow bar and part of the chassis half ripped off. 

The poor lady who hit the trailer in the intersection has no car now though, so she’s definitely worse off than us 😢 

The warranty on the trailer has basically paid for itself threefold though, and U-haul has set us up in a hotel for the night here in Missoula, and is helping us take care of the trailer (that got towed to a lot immediately following the accident).

The Jeep is unable to drive us to our destination now, so that’s a work in progress. After the accident, we had someone look at it and turns out the underside of the back end is so rusted out that it’s a wonder it held out so long. In truth I’m grateful that things went down like this, because if that tow bar had decided to go out at any other time it might have been disastrous. 

So we’re looking into other vehicle options right now, but we’re safe and unharmed. I don’t know if I can say the same for everything in the trailer, because I haven’t been able to look into it yet! Fingers crossed. 

As far as we could tell the other driver was okay. We heard that she was probably concussed, and they took her to the hospital, but she was up and walking on her own. Thank God we were both insured! We were cited for a basic traffic violation (failing to yield), and hopefully that’s as far as it goes. 

Hoping that tomorrow is smoother and quicker moving! 


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Bye house, bye Coeur d’Alene, bye Idaho! It’s been fun 😘

More posts to come 🙂

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In light of getting a new phone soon, I was transferring all my photos from my iPhone to my desktop computer and ended up looking through them all, and was reminded of my first and only modeling experience about a year ago.

It was a couple weeks after I’d sliced the tip of my thumb off at work, and it was the first day I’d gone all day without it being wrapped up or covered, because it was healing nicely.

I was doing a little runway walk for a Mary Kay event, modeling an outfit from a local shop that had some really nice women’s business attire (in other words, I was looking pretty fly). In the changing room backstage at the event, I was one of the last people to get ready because I’m slow and unsure, and because I was taking care to not bump my thumb on anything.

Well, bump it I did- or caught it or snagged it or WHATEVER- and the scab that had formed started coming off and it started bleeding everywhere. And did I, being the grown up adult that I am, think to bring any backup bandaging with me to a modeling event? Of course not!

So there I was- wearing really nice clothes that still had the tags on because they were going back to the store- with a bleeding thumb that I kept having to rinse off in the adjoining bathroom sink. I asked some of the other ladies that were modeling if anyone had a band-aid, or at least some tape, but no such luck.

Finally (and yes, I was the LAST model to join the queue), I just wrapped it really tightly in a bit of paper towel, folded my thumb inside my fist, and decided to just keep that hand closed.

So that turned out fine, but then after we’d all walked individually they sent us out again in single file, and halfway through the lights in the ENTIRE BUILDING went out completely. Which was ACTUALLY a blessing in disguise, because my shoes were a little too big, and one of them had started falling off. The back of it was folded under my heel, making walking almost impossible, so the lights going out provided me with the five seconds I needed to reach down and fix my shoe, and finish the walk like nothing had even happened.

As far as I could tell, I was the only model that kept malfunctioning, but it was a ton of fun, and made me realize just how fast your brain has to think to cover up these little things going wrong so that no one notices. 10/10 would model again.


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