My sincere apologies

I have been neglecting you, dear blog, and for that, I apologize.

Our vacation was blissful, and fleeting. We enjoyed every second of it. Snow, ATVs, hot tub, fire place, Grand Ole Opry; We did it all. I'd also like to note that I forgot to pack nothing; I remembered every single item we would need. Awesome. We were rightfully exhausted when we got home, and I am already planning the next one. I'm thinking another cruise, one for our five year wedding anniversary would be nice. I think my husband said he wanted to go to Mexico next; We'll see what I can find on sale.

I have a few things to catch up on around the house, and having been back only a week, I haven't gotten very far on any of them.

I need to hire a maid. Thumbs up to that.

Calm down.

'Calm down, take a pill and go to sleep or something.'

This is what my husband says to me, as I'm panicing while we're driving on icy roads, and have already skidded once. Let's add to it that it's snowing, and the semis on I-40 apparently have no idea how afraid of them I am, so they hover next to our truck. Solid thumbs down.

We're having a great vacation, and we're off to go to hiking now. I'll be posting regularly again once we get home.

Are we there yet?

For the record, Aaron is not someone you want to take with you for the journey. If you're trying to get to a destination in a damn hurry, he's your man. If you want to stop and, oh I don't know, pee in a toilet rather than your pants, then you might want to pass up an opportunity to travel with him.

We're making good time, despite my having to actually grab the steering wheel and jerk it hard to the right, just so Aaron would pull over so I could pee. Okay, it wasn't THAT bad, but I had to spend six extra exits trying to convince him that yes my eyes are floating.

When he finally pulls over in a rest stop, the bathrooms are locked; Locked at 5:30 AM. A solid thumbs down to that discovery.

All in all, it has been a fantastic day one of vacation. The cabin is beautiful, and I'm sharing it with my best friend.

I'm headed to the hot tub, which is on the back porch, and it's 20 degrees here. Awesome.

With child...? No thanks.

Let me be clear, it is not the idea of pregnancy/childbirth that sends chills through my body; It is the 18+ years of impending doom that you are in for after your initial 9 month stint. Bottles, car seats, diapers and contraptions? No thanks; And those are the easy years. The older they get, the more they talk, and that's where I bow out. Is it so wrong that I just enjoy being a husband/wife team; Alone time, and peace and quiet? 

Now, don't be so harsh and write me off as a horrible person just yet, because I love kids, for the most part. I work at a preschool, and I laugh about 75% of the day. Kids are pretty cool.

Now, why must every single one of my friends, (my mother included), feel it necessary to tease me about getting pregnant all the time, specifically while on our upcoming vacation? I cannot get to the bottom of it. Maybe because I give such a heartfelt reaction of horror and disgust at the thought? That must be it, it's the only common thread. I am simply their entertainment. Also, I'd like to put it out there that I am not stupid, and am capable of using contraceptives; As is my husband! Hahaha. Four years of marriage this month with no children is proof. We have our two fur babies, and I love them/hate them like I birthed the little fur balls myself.

(Side note: I am going to write a book, named something along the lines of 101 reasons not to have children)

Another friend of mine threw this at me today via text message:

'Have a safe trip, and by safe trip I mean birth control... If you do get knocked up, please do not name the baby Cabin, Tennessee, or Oops.'

Isn't that a gem of advice? What good friends I have, and I mean it. Even though you all tease me incessantly, I love you all.

I'm going to go finish packing the truck now, we're leaving in about 40 minutes for a vacation in which my ultimate goal is to not get pregnant. Just to prove everyone wrong.

This post is for my 'Samantha'; You hooker.

27.5

I have found out that there ain't no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.  ~ Mark Twain

I am 27.5 hours away from being in the car for 11 hours with my husband. I can't think of anyone I'd love to be trapped with more.

I have not, however, been able to crack my cell phone for use as a modem for my laptop. I've researched the tethering process in depth and have come to one conclusion; Fifty bucks goes to the first person who makes it easy for me/does it for me in the next 27.5 hours. I really wanted internet for the trip. A solid thumbs down to that.

I am about 93% packed, and am 100% certain we will be headed to a local store shortly after our arrival, because we always forget something.  Even though I think I may have conquered the packing process, I'm probably wrong.

I usually am amazed at the amount of luggage a family with children takes on vacation, not the amount my husband and I take on vacation. For our 6 day vacation,I have 2 suitcases, a small bathroom dufflebag, and a medium sized shoe dufflebag; I'm furious. I tried to cut out all the non-sense, and I did. Our cabin has a washer/dryer, so I was able to take less clothing. I still can't believe the amount of luggage. Oh well, I'm still certain we're going to enjoy ourselves.

Also, thank goodness we have an over sized SUV. Just sayin'.