George Jones used to sing, "He stopped lovin' her today."

I realized today that I was driving with my eyes looking forward. I guess for the last couple days I had been driving while looking backward with my head and my tongue sticking out like the characers in a package of Hot Rod stickers. I never did collect the U-Haul Box truck one. If I did, I probably would have traded it for the purple Chevy Nova with the stickshift sticking all the way out the roof.

It wasn't until today when we passed the half-way mark, the ponte du non returnoise (I know it's not real french, but if you say it outloud you could fool your neighbors... unless you live in Quebec) that I remembered the coolness of the place we are headed.

I learned this tip from a trucker lady. This is a tip on how to keep your kids entertained. - "Give them each a lemmon. That's what my mom used to do. She'd poke a hole in it and give it to us. It would keep us busy for hours." Where was the hidden camera? I happen to know that this is a woman who still uses a CB Radio as a primary form of communication. Does she realize what those lemmons are up against these days? Not only PSP's and iPods. They've got infomercials. You can't take a kid who has just watched the benefits of the Weed Weasel and just hand her a lemon. This thing is ridiculous. It doesn't get your grape stains clean. It doesn't teach you how to make money on e-bay. It doesn't even come with a money back guarantee. However, I guess you could look at it this way, in today's world, if Mom hands you a lemon, grab the Majic Bullet and make lemonade.

Blessings:
- We All are healthy and safe.
- We got in and out of Cracker Barrell faster than we would at fast food.
- The Kampin Kabin is more comfortable (and cleaner) than our Motel room from last night.
- We saw literally hundreds of hawks in the sky at the same time. I think they were trying to work up an economic bail out plan for the buzzards.