Monday, January 26, 2009

Colorado Roads are to die for

We are coming back from San Diego but need to get to my wife's mother who is in a hospital in Luvland Co. Which makes it about a 1,200 mile one day outing. Everything was going fine until we got to the last leg of the trip, going through the mountains on I-70 in the dark. No big deal, I have head lights and the poor reflective lane divider markers. But then some cloud of rain starting following us over the state. So now I have poor reflective markers that in rain are worthless, lanes with ruts that are filling up with water, no shoulders, 1 foot guard rails and 100' shear drop offs. I slow down to a nice 30mph with only slight hydroplaning and not a f'n clue where the road is. Cars are now whizzing past me as I am white knuckled clutching the wheel. I soon realized that it didn't matter if I couldn't see the lanes as everyone else made it one giant free for all. I tell the wife that if I find a shoulder I'm pullin off but from here deep sleep she mutters, "keep going". With her full support I hydro plane on. 1 mile later I see 2 cars in the side of the mountain, 15 miles later a SUV is hanging by the back axle on the bridge's guard rail with a 100 foot drop to no where and yet the cars keeping whizzing by me. I have had a lot of stress but that 70 miles of white knuckle hell was the worst.
PS Wife slept through it all only wake up and say "you don' make very good time when you drive" I'm thinkin, "Ya but we are alive aren't we?" sigh.

Get the bread kids don't like.

I seem to have this problem of no bread to make sandwiches. So I tried getting the most unappealing bread there was, something the kids would scour and say "yuck", something like brown pumpernickel round loaf. Got home and made a small test pastrami sandwich on it, outstanding it was. Couldn't wait to make my full blown sandwich with hydroponic tomato on it for my lunch the next day. When I get home I am horrified to see only one heal left. I ask my wife wtf happen to my nasty looking loaf. Oh the kids have decided they love your bread. I rush back to Wal-mart to reload only to find out that they just sold the last one for the season. Apparently its seasonal item. So now I am left with Angus pastrami, baby Swiss cheese and tomato with a sliver of onion to go on 3 day old bargain bread.
sigh, wasn't the 21yr old daughter suppose to have moved out????
 

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