Life on the road......can just suck....

But today...not so much....

It's good to get the free upgrades in hotel rooms .

It's been a very long week so far. Lot's and lot's and lot's of driving with someone else at the wheel. As some of you may know, this is not a good thing. Finding a nice bed at the end of the day can make all of the diffence as to whether or not I'm just going to one little cranky woodland creature the next day.

Recap of the week so far:
Miles driven..unknow as I'm not driving
Starbucks.... 0 as I'm not driving
Cranky factor...."HIGH" as I'm not driving

I want my trusty steed, the wind in my fur...........It's been a very long week.

Comments

Kelsgarden said…

hey, that truck drives n-i-ce

and it knows where ALL the Starbucks are located . . .

{evil cackle}

I love when you try to be a good passenger . . . with your invisible brake pedal . . .

{evil cackle fade out}

12:52 AM

Anonymous said…

What a nice, fluffy little nest you have! Coincidentally, I put new shavings down in the hamster lair last week (aka new mattress). Also very fluffy; so good on the delicate hamster-flesh! However now a platypus keeps crawling in under the covers at night. Platypi like fluffiness too.

7:47 AM

Anonymous said…

That don't look like no HIE? You shacked up in one of them fancy CA hotels, like a Super 8?

:-)

11:47 AM

Me said…

I think you should take the wheel and do the driving the rest of the week.

2:51 PM

Woodchuck said…

Best Western Resort...nice place.

Woodchucks were born to drive...not ride...

12:33 AM

Bert said…

`I want my trusty steed, the wind in my fur'...

Ever thought of songwriting?

6:21 PM

Wild cow and Druish Deities

I have been blessed with being able to drive some of the most unbelievable roads ever paved. Last week I found myself on HWY 108 in Central California. 130 Miles 26% grade 9624 at the summit 4 hours to drive this route This photo is looking west just down from the summit. I could live here with the wild cows. A lone wild cow at the 9000 foot level just making sure that nobody is speeding along.

Today was a good day..

I'm flying home today from Phoenix, AZ. First good thing: I was moved from my favorite seat in coach to a window seat in first class. Second thing: The guy sitting next to me did not want to talk and left me alone on the flight. Third thing: The flight was smooth and on time. Fourth thing: I'm walking out of the gate area at the airport when a TSA guy calls me over and ask me if I wanted an item, because if not he was going to throw it away. And you know it would be darn shame to throw out a nice bottle of...... Yes, that is correct, a nice 750ml bottle of Sauza Tres Generaciones 100% Puro De Agave Tequila. I'm now very...very ........tanked. Thank you TSA. I'm a 40% by volume Woodchuck.

It seemed like a good ideal at the time...

The question has been asked and needs to be answered: So, you all know the type in high school, the "Jock". The Jocks ran my school like so many school around the country. And, of course, football players topped that heirarchy of the teen stratusphere. And this might come as a huge surprise to most, but I played Football. I had social responsibilities to up hold and order to maintain on campus. You might say we were the police, the law and order of the school. We patrolled the halls with an iron fist. The stoners stayed well behaved. The nerds were well protected in exchange for homework. Life was good. Then one sunny spring day a nice little "Miss Gloria Steinem wanna be," who wrote for the school paper, decides to write a story questioning the authority of the Football team. In this situation, most people would of course write a rebuttal. And this is exactly what we would have done, had any of us on the Football team been able to write. No luck on this one. Howeve...

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