On the road again...
You can thank my father for this entry. As much as a tech geek I am, I don't have the money to afford myself the toys I would love to have.
Ironically my father can afford a laptop with a remote access internet connection, but he's not a tech geek. So I'm taking full advantage of his toys and updating my blog somewhere in New York on Highway 84 West, heading toward Wilkes-Barre, Pa, going approx. 70 mph.
I wish I could say the five plus hours have gone smoothly, but what kind of family trip would that have been?
We started off 45 mins behind my dad's predicted schedule. That means we are already in desperate need of making time so we can make good time.
It's one ot those time paradoxes I think actually, the only kind that can be fixed with a delorean and a fatherly mad-scientst called "Doc."
So we go abou 75 down 195, which causes the back of the mini-van (where I'm sitting) to whip around. So I'm sure at the front of the car it's relatively pleasant, back here, I feel every twist and turn. Ever bump in the road. Any time my dad swivels the wheel to adjust the carl in the lane i hold on for dear life.
Also because we are traveling at a high rate of speed (for a mini-van) when a car slows down in front of us, the brakes go on, and then newtons third law of phsycs come into effect.
Or is it the first. i always get the confused.
This is the first ime all five of us have been in a car since last january, when we went to a different PA relatives house for x-mas.
The trips always start the same. The first hour to hour and half we're good. We're having fun. Laughing. Good ole family fun.
Depending on the length of the trip it starts going downhill after that.
First something minut. Like a stretching limb falls into someone elses arm, and the someone else retailates with a askew shove.
Then someone says something that is funny to the three other family members, but the person it takes a jab it is sensitive and tired and don't think it's amusing.
Then the shut ups and the name calling start.
And then we sit in silence for the last two hours napping, reading, listening to music and pretending we don't exsist to each other until we get to the desetiantion.
And this trip is so far not that different.
Except the fight today has been who gets to use the laptop so we can feel connected to the outside world while beign trapped in our ten foot by five foot by four foot honda powered chariot.
Good ole family fun.
(keep in mind that my screen is bouncing as i'm typing this, hence the typos and lack of proper capitazation)
Ironically my father can afford a laptop with a remote access internet connection, but he's not a tech geek. So I'm taking full advantage of his toys and updating my blog somewhere in New York on Highway 84 West, heading toward Wilkes-Barre, Pa, going approx. 70 mph.
I wish I could say the five plus hours have gone smoothly, but what kind of family trip would that have been?
We started off 45 mins behind my dad's predicted schedule. That means we are already in desperate need of making time so we can make good time.
It's one ot those time paradoxes I think actually, the only kind that can be fixed with a delorean and a fatherly mad-scientst called "Doc."
So we go abou 75 down 195, which causes the back of the mini-van (where I'm sitting) to whip around. So I'm sure at the front of the car it's relatively pleasant, back here, I feel every twist and turn. Ever bump in the road. Any time my dad swivels the wheel to adjust the carl in the lane i hold on for dear life.
Also because we are traveling at a high rate of speed (for a mini-van) when a car slows down in front of us, the brakes go on, and then newtons third law of phsycs come into effect.
Or is it the first. i always get the confused.
This is the first ime all five of us have been in a car since last january, when we went to a different PA relatives house for x-mas.
The trips always start the same. The first hour to hour and half we're good. We're having fun. Laughing. Good ole family fun.
Depending on the length of the trip it starts going downhill after that.
First something minut. Like a stretching limb falls into someone elses arm, and the someone else retailates with a askew shove.
Then someone says something that is funny to the three other family members, but the person it takes a jab it is sensitive and tired and don't think it's amusing.
Then the shut ups and the name calling start.
And then we sit in silence for the last two hours napping, reading, listening to music and pretending we don't exsist to each other until we get to the desetiantion.
And this trip is so far not that different.
Except the fight today has been who gets to use the laptop so we can feel connected to the outside world while beign trapped in our ten foot by five foot by four foot honda powered chariot.
Good ole family fun.
(keep in mind that my screen is bouncing as i'm typing this, hence the typos and lack of proper capitazation)