Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Is it like the cough shot we got before we went to Camp Lisa?
No Duncan, you're thinking of bordetella, you got a kennel cough vaccination.
A bordello is, well, ummmm, a place where ladies of the evening made money.
There were many individual bedrooms, and each lady had her own room.
A red light was lit on the outside of the building so that gentleman callers knew when the ladies were available.
Mom! Did you guys stay at the bordello?
Yes Duncan, we stayed at the bordello. Your Momma K even met a very nice gentleman.
OMG EVERYBODY! OUR MOMS ARE HOOKERS!!!!!!!!!!
Duncan, Duncan, not so loud, it's OK. The Red Garter has not been a bordello since the mid-1940's. Now it's a bed and breakfast.
We rented a room, much like a hotel, and ate incredibly yummy cinnamon rolls for breakfast.
It was a very nice place.
Phew, I feel so much better now.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Tell us about your kicks moms. We want fun dreams tonight, not scary ghost stories.
Arizona had great Route 66 signs.
We drove by gold mines, maybe we could have panned for our millions.
And then there was Ed's Camp. You guys had a blast at Camp Lisa, do you think Camp Ed would have been just as much fun?
Riding a Harley was really big on Route 66.
And judging by the sign on the door, cowboys must have been everywhere too.
We had breakfast at Lilo's Westside Café and just across the highway was the Roadkill Café. Do you think the owners were related?
The Harley riding got to be a little chilly in Seligman. Those lady bikers are tough though.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Ghost towns sound very scary, did you see any ghosts on your trip? Did you bring any home with you?
No Joey, we didn't see any ghosts, but there was some promise of seeing them.
The firsts two nights of our road trip we stayed at the Brunswick Hotel in Kingman, Arizona.
Three resident ghosts live there, an older gentleman who died in his room, an unknown woman and a little girl who died in an accident on the stairs. We didn't get to meet any of them.
There are also tales of a ghost named Eve at the Red Garter Bed and Breakfast. Perhaps she is one of the ladies of the evening that just never left. There was also a murder in the building, a man was murdered on these stairs in the mid-1940s. Ahhh, but we never witnessed any ghosts here either.
Perhaps the closest we got to any ghosts were the ghosts having their last supper in Rhyolite, Nevada.
Or the ghost that rides his bike through the streets at night in Rhyolite.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Mommas, please tell us a bedtime story. Tell us about your trip.
Well little doggies, we drove 1,581 miles in 10 days. We were in three states, Nevada, Arizona and California.
We traveled Route 66 from Williams, Arizona to Barstow, California.
We walked barefooted in the sand dunes of Death Valley National Park.
And we wore our down vests, mittens and boots at the Grand Canyon National Park.
We visited a ghost town in Arizona—Gold Mine—a little town filled with old trucks and cars and an abandoned mine shaft.
And Rhyolite, Nevada, a prosperous town at the turn of the century.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Our youngest daughter Holly and her fiancé had Christmas dinner at their house. It was wonderful, we had a blast.
The ceremonial opening of the gifts. Holly is shooting her red garter off into space????
Megan demonstrating the obvious with her Route 66 shot glass.
Autzen wondering what happened to all of her usual presents.
Just your typical really good dogs. Emma loved her time with her cousin Autz.
Joey shocked me by demonstrating his carving skills.
Megan and Holly
Holly and Autzen. Don't know how exactly how I captured this shot.
Megan and the attack of the doggies.
Joey's mom Mary and his sister Amanda.
Many, many thanks Joey and Holly for a wonderful day. Loved the card, it was perfect. The Coke is right at home. But next time, please scratch off the lottery tickets until you get a big winner. We'll take that one. :o)))))
Love ya much, the moms.
Friday, December 25, 2009
I have two beautiful daughters, both grown up with lives of their own. They probably both need a beatin' now and then, but they drive faster cars than I do.
I live with one of the most amazing women I know. Not that I wouldn't like to knock her up the side of the head now and then, but I'm sure if I thought long and hard I could think of at least once she probably felt the same.
And then, my life is surrounded by the best doggies in the world. Doggies that question authority, but eventually remember who's boss.
Doggies that give me attitude with a smile.
Doggies that make me laugh every day.
Doggies that look at me with shear adoration first thing in the morning and remind that it's gonna be a greyt day.
And doggies that love me no matter what and remind me at the end of the day, that yes, it was greyt day.
Merry Christmas everyone.