February 23 “The Quest For FUN”…
After a 3 hour “nap”, at 7AM we were piled into the Suburban with junk food and a cooler full of mama’s caffeine. A freak snow storm had come through Salt Lake starting a few hours before and dumped several inches of slippery, dangerous snow. Great! We paused in our un-shoveled driveway to say a quick prayer of safety (and sanity) before departing.
It was reeeeeally snowing! It took more than 15 minutes to go the first mile due to power outages. These two pictures are at the exit to our subdivision in suberbia, Utah...
After reviewing the weather report, we knew it would get much better as we headed south. And it did. We only had snow for the first 300–ish miles!
Ron had just worked 6PM to 6AM yet he insisted HE drive for the first little while. I reminded him it is much safer to drive DRUNK than it is to drive sleepy. He just wanted to get us going onto the interstate. He has his reasons. So I caved.
I called DS17(Jordan) one last time to list off “The Rules”:
1. NO other human beings are allowed in our house while we’re gone. Not in our yard (front and back), garage, sidewalk, basement, roof, etc. See, you HAVE to be very specific or he’d for sure find some technicality or loop hole.
2. No fire of any kind.
3. Lock the doors and triple check them!
4. Dishwasher detergent in the dishwasher NOT hand-washing dish detergent. I almost put labels on them with “THIS” and “NOT THIS” written on them!
5. No bleach.
6. Make sure the cats are not locked in any rooms…or YOU are cleaning the pee/pooh/hairballs.
7. No internet
8. No R rated movies. No worse rated movies. Pretend Jesus is watching with you. NO, Jesus doesn’t like beer.
9. NO FUN WHATSOEVER (yes this actually, IS on the list)
So at 7AM, the umbilical cord was figuratively cut. I had faith in my eldest son. Yes, I did-ish.
Luckily, it was “rush hour” on the freeway to add 30 more minutes to our time. So we plunked in a movie for the “Are We There Yet?” choir in the back. They are happy campers, so I placed the earphones in my ears and cranked up the volume to Aerosmith

. I don’t like when DH drives anymore than he doesn’t like when I drive. I am cautious and law abiding. I know the law is something like 1 car-length per 10 miles an hour ( 5 car lengths between you and the car in front of you = 50 mph, for example). DH’s take on that law, especially in the snow, is more like ½ car length per 20 miles an hour

. I kept slamming on the “air brakes” and sucking in my breath dramatically. I think I may have screamed once or twice. I couldn’t help it. He kept going too fast and slamming on the breaks, skidding and nearly missing the car in front of us!!!!
After 62 minutes, we stopped at the McDonald’s in Lehi for breakfast and to use the restroom.
Knowing DH did not get the luxurious 3-hour nap last night like I did, I drive. I drove most of the way there while he attempted to sleep in the “way-back” (or, “BACK-back”). He accused me of weaving back and forth!

We had just gotten the allignment done so the stearing felt loose. Whatever. I entertained myself by singing "Jesus, Take The Wheel". DH was NOT amused.
After the first DVD, and DH’s little nap, we played PNDQ. The road game. You have to actually see something that starts with only P or N or D or Q. The words can’t be read on signs. Pretty much only nouns. You earn snack money for the next stop. We had plenty of snacks on board so for each word, the kids earned souvenir money. I blew them all away with a heard of cows I called “Quadropeds”. I also got “Quadrunner” for a four-wheeler in some farmer’s yard. This game is really fun! I like it more than the alphabet game because it’s more limited, causing you to be more creative. I started making up smart-sounding words and my kids totally believed me! Poor things!
It snowed and snowed and snoooowed. The antenae developed a layer of snow on it, I thought was interesting. I called it an antenae stalagmite. Which didn’t start with a P,N,D,or Q, but I thought was funny.
There's a cute little city in Southern Utah named Beaver. I did NOT take a picture of the restaurant sign that says for all of America to see, "Wendy's Beaver, next right"
We stopped in St. George, Utah at a Jack in the Box for lunch at 1:00. Yay, their kid’s meal toy was PLAY DOUGH….which is NOT a good car-toy, if you ask me.
The Red Rocks near St. George....getting Sunny!
With the snow, it ended up being a 12 hour drive to our hotel! I stayed with Norah while DH and DS’s registered. I said to DH, “DON’T forget to order a crib for our room!” (In fact, I told him this two or three times!!!) Guess what he forgot to order? We stayed at the Holiday Inn for super cheap with our “connections”. Kids eat for free and the adult’s entrée’s were semi-cheap. The only thing I didn’t care for in this hotel was the hallways’ ceilings were quite low. In fact, all the ceilings seemed too low. Like when you’re in a basement, or hut, or something. It was clean and the CM’s there mostly (sort of) spoke english. At least they nodded as if they understood…
Our room was on the 3rd floor, #3323, and it was probably as nice as our room at Port Orleans Riverside in WDW. For SUPER cheap. Doing my “Fuzzy Disney Math”, that meant more money for souvenirs!!!
Luckily, we had brought our own pillows because the hotel’s pillows were very small and square and hard and icky.
I had to call down to get a crib sent to us which came right away, thankfully. I squirted a bunch of Purelle onto a wash cloth to wipe-down and sanitize the rails and bars of the white metal crib.
Since we were exhausted beyond all reason, we all hit the hay by 9:30. We were even too tired to jump on the beds as per our usual reutine as rednecks. By the time my eyes were closed, the loud (LOUD!!!) boom, BOOM, boom, BOOMs started. Oh MY, the fireworks are LOUD from our room. BUT!….but it took me back to my bedroom as a child with the yellow shag carpet and butterfly wallpaper every weekend evening listening to the far off “boom-booms” and feeling comforted.
Riley slept in the same bed as me. He held my one hand in his two hands next to his heart. He squoze my hand three times and whispered, “That means, ‘I love you, mom’”…So, I gave his hand three squeezes too and we fell asleep even with the fireworks booming.