My 24-foot moving van with the first box in place.
The same van only 2 hours later. I think we could've gotten some more stuff in there if we really tried.
That sign says Mingo. You're going to have to trust me. I got a shot of Brookville today, too. But sadly, the 7 items remaining in my apartment do not include a usb cord so I cannot get the pics off of my canon. Coming soon. Anyway, Brohawk was featured in my several cross-country trips of late!
Me driving the van. Can you see the angst? The fear? The regret?
Old-timey gas pump in the middle of nowheres. They had adjusted it so that the decimal point was one off so that the astronomical prices we now experience could at least partially be displayed on this relic. That's 93 bucks you're looking at (so far).
Somehow, when I fill up my normal car with gas it feels more like connecting it to an electrical outlet. I plug in the pump and a few minutes later my car is "charged." This really felt like pouring gas into a can. No automatic shut off for this tank, baby! It's fill-till-you-spill. Holy crap, that's awesome. I should trademark that.
Lucie dug auntie Mamie. Her glasses, too.
I left a stripe in the grass for a moment so I could demonstrate the jungle that once was.
The van, now nearly emptied yet again. Only heavy dangerous things remained, which is why I allowed my daughter to play in it.
Chubby feet on the grass. A yard? We have a yard?!? I can't wait to have a projector-on-the-side-of-the-house movie party!
The grass was wet, unfortunately. Lucie, like her father, abhors a mess. "Oh no!" she keeps repeating.
Headphones and messy hair.
Mmm...Yummy. This makes me laugh out loud everytime.
Our mall has a merry go round and lucie is fully smitten. She is in deep smit.
Our "airport." So old school. You should all come and see it. Sadly today there was an air show and I missed it! Did I mention that I hate my job and hate how far away it takes me from my family and everything I own?!?!?!??!?!?
The puddle jumper that Mamie and I took to KC, MO.
I love when the top-most part of the sky seems to turn black from the perspective of an airplane window. It feels like outer space and is probably the closest I'll ever get to it. The sky also seems to look convex from plane windows. I've tried to 'splain this to people in the past and just get weird stares. Just trust me.
Sweet circular farms down below. I want my pilot's license. Did you know that?
I bought a new airbed (our third: the other 2 work for 2 hours and then become a bounce house) but not this one. I just loved this picture though. "If you're cheap enough to buy this one, your ass is going to be on the ground, man." Truth in advertising.
This sign at work makes me laugh every time as well.
Totally sweet lego version of the children's hospital where I'm spending my last (!) month of internship.
Ok: let the tornado story begin. So I picked the absolute worst weekend possible to try to sneak out and visit Melissa and Lucie. Nevertheless: it was worth it to get 36 hours with the 2 most important people on the planet. But here's the story. I drove to Columbia on Friday night and back to Denver today (that's 1450 miles in 48 hours). On Friday night, about 2 hours outside of Denver I drove through some ridiculously strong winds and saw this apparition to the left:
I called Ryan and exaggerated that I thought I had just been through a tornado. Little did I know what lie ahead. I drove another couple of hours with my ipod blasting in my car, blissfully unaware that a tornado warning had been issued for central Kansas. I stopped to get gas and a rather panicked man at the next pump informed me of this fact. Just then the tornado sirens started to wail. Everyone should experience that sound at least once. We went inside to pay and the owner of the truck stop began ordering everyone into the bathrooms. We shuffled in, men, women and children. At first it was just annoying and everyone was busy making jokes. I took this shot about now:
Then, after about 45 minutes, the owner came in, said that a tornado had touched down about 2 miles south of where we were and was headed our way. He closed the bathroom doors and told us all to get down. Some dude started saying the lord's prayer and the lights went out. We heard some loud rushing sounds (not quite the "freight train" sound of one going over your head) and the lights came back on. Here's a pic from this point:
Near-death experiences sure make me look fat. Anyway, long story short, the tornado passed within about a 1/2 mile and then several more came by but not as close. After about another hour they finally let us out. I got on the road and saw a bunch of downed trees and a truck that was rolled over. In my haste to make up for lost time I scored a delorian. (that's when you get a speeding ticket for going 88 mph). I finally got in at 3:30 a.m. Saturday was fantastic. The rain continued and we tried to teach lucie how to use an umbrella:
Not so much.
Here's our new bedroom, where I'd rather be right now.
Lucie at the park right by our new house. Awesome.
The stroller was so she could push it, not ride in it. Baby #2 is starting to show!!!
Ahhh! I miss this kid!
To make an even longer story yet shorter, on the way home, within 10 miles of the city from Friday night (Ellis, KS if you're curious) a huge storm came up and when I turned on the radio I discovered that a new round of tornado warnings were in effect. Fortunately I was at the tail end of them, this time. I got some awesome pics, but once again I am unable to get them off my camera. Boo. Well, just get excited, they are awesome. No funnel clouds, but still pretty sweet. Besides, as I learned from the recording I heard about 50 times this weekend, if you wait until you see or hear a tornado to get to shelter...it may just be too late!
Yikes.
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