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Subtitled: Random adventures in Ohio and Indiana with ginevieve and syran.
By us (all interjections by the lovely ginevieve in this greeny green
So we begin on a Friday afternoon in the lovely region of Northwest Ohio with some crazed high school boys charging the car, but we were too surprised to take their picture so instead we will begin with this:
The red tag that almost hit my windshield!
And then the chair cushions that also threatened to hit the windshield from the back of the Rental Truck. We still don't really know what that Rental Truck was doing. It was sketchy.
How about dodgy?
This is the country. We live here. Ish. It all looks the same though, so we might as well.
Northwest Ohio is boring. EvenEspecially at night.
This is to prove Gina's point. The country at night. Woo.
Next we visit the town of Hicksville. There's actually a town here named Hicksville. Does this tell you anything about the place we come from?
Gina summed it up :| But we once spent seriously an hour at this very corner on the night of prom waiting for 82934238 Hicksville firefighter people to drive away. It was awesome.
The firestation is just down the street.
Gina likes to explain when I'm vague.
Just proof about the Hicksville thing. Even though I take really blurry photos from Gina's passenger seat.
I actually haven't seen the Hicksville police ever. I don't know if they really exist or it's a myth to scare people into behaving.
Yeah there's real hooligans in Hicksville. But this is a good point.
Indiana welcomed us.
How is it the friggin crossroads of America? It's in the middle of BFE. Whatever, Indiana.
No comments, Justine.
The sights and sounds of Indiana. Possibly even more boring than Ohio.
Yay Mennonite house! It should be noted that we very nerdily analyzed whether or not this was, in fact, an Amish house. And knew enough to determine that it was not.
The chimney was not in the middle.
This is a thrilling shot of a grain elevator. Also in Indiana.
What's there to say; it's a friggin grain elevator.
Welcome to the town of Harlan. Where everything is named Harlan. We hypothesize that to be the mayor of Harlan, you must be named Harlan.
Proof of this follows.
Harlan haus.
Honey, I think they can read the sign.
More of my excellent photography skillz from a moving car.
We should note that we missed Lakes of Harlan, Harlan Gardens, Harlan Park...
We missed the big sign for Harlan too because it was too dark.
And there were like, a thousand Harlan churches.
This is a random fire.
It was like driving through 'Nam again. Charlie's in the trees! Haha, I'm stupid.
We finally made it to Fort Wayne. And the American spirit was still alive and kickin'.
I seriously couldn't help the tree.
This is a random bridgey thing. It is hanging.
Those IPFW students are livin' large. IPFW is a college, by the way. Look it up, we're not linking!
It's not that great. We sort of toured it once. Accidentally.
When they were building said bridge, in fact.
Two words: Stinky. Van.
So we went on this random adventure where we couldn't find Outback Steakhouse, and we ended up behind THIS VAN. AND IT STUNK. IT WAS SO GROSS.
And it came roaring up in front of me, too! I thought I was going to die!
We did almost die of POISONING.
This is part of our mistour.
This was the freakiest apartment complex ever, I swear. I'm sure these people appreciated us taking a picture of theirs.
"This is the friggin sign that Gina made me take a picture of."
Yes she did. But seriously? Why does it only say "Dick's?"
*Giggles*
WHAT IS THIS? WE DON'T KNOW. IT HAD ITS OWN TRAILER ON THE BACK OF THE VAN. Wtf.
WHAT'S WITH THE TOWEL? Totally inappropriate.
We finally found the road.
I was about to take a picture of it and THAT STUPID VAN took over. So this one is courtesy of the lovely Gina.
I was driving and took a picture! I'm so reckless! Ahh!
Recreation of the actual conversation that accompanied this picture:
"I can't even read what that says!"
*Instantly* "Bandidos!"
"Shut up!"
My giant finger. It looks so stubby! I have a stubby finger!
This is Gina's extra lemony lemon-lime beverage after we stole the lemons from our coconut shrimp plate and stuck them in our drinks.
This is our decimated shrimp plate. Nuff said.
I'm still obsessing about my stubby finger.
This is dinner.
We both got the same thing, because we're awesome like that.
Look I'm Sara. I have bacon hanging from my mouth. I'm so cool!
I have masterful eating skillz.
Look I'm Gina! I have an onion thingie masquerading as cheese on my arm! I'm so cool!
You know with a mouth as big as mine, you'd be amazed that food can actually miss it from time to time.
We finally managed this shot on the third try. Gina's still bitter about her chin being cut off.
And now I'm obsessing about my giant lips.
Better than the stubby finger.
Shut up, hippie!
It took us a while to calm down enough to comment on this one.
Inside Border's. How important must that manager feel, that he is the ONLY ONE ABLE TO DISPENSE THE PADS?
Hahahahahahaha.
This is the unexplainable tree limb in the children's section of Borders.
We have proof that it's been there for some time.
I'm too lazy to link the photo of it I took last summer.
This is the most unintentionally awesome picture ever! I don't even remember now what I was trying to take a picture of.
It's abstract art. We're so l337.
I feel like it was something in Hicksville.
No, it was Harlan park!
Why are Christmas lights still on in Harlan? The world may never know.
Meh.
Look, ma! It's a dashboard.
Oh the power of flash and glass at night.
My beads look kinda cool. Yes I have beads on my mirror. YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT IT? Don't ask how I got them.
And contrary to popular belief, laffy taffy CANNOT be shaken. Our efforts as follows:
The wombat attempting to shake the laffy taffy.
No go. But on the plus side, I do look constipated.
Experiment one: failure. 1 point: Sara and Gina, 0 points: rappers.
Experiment two: failure.
I don't even know what I look like here.
Angry. Angry eyebrows! Shake, laffy taffy, shake!
Our final experiment in which we conclude that laffy taffy does not shake, but it does break. See Sara's laffy taffy.
That's three points for us and zero for the rappers for those of you keeping score at home. What exactly is "laffy taffy" anyway?
In terms of a woman's body. Sara's being vague again.
I do that well.
Thus ends our voyage. We do hope you've learned something, children. I don't care what it is you've learned, as long as you learned something. In fact, if you did learn something, don't tell me about it.
And the words we taught the children were... fangorious, gelatinous, and.... linebacker.
By us (all interjections by the lovely ginevieve in this greeny green
So we begin on a Friday afternoon in the lovely region of Northwest Ohio with some crazed high school boys charging the car, but we were too surprised to take their picture so instead we will begin with this:
The red tag that almost hit my windshield!
And then the chair cushions that also threatened to hit the windshield from the back of the Rental Truck. We still don't really know what that Rental Truck was doing. It was sketchy.
How about dodgy?
This is the country. We live here. Ish. It all looks the same though, so we might as well.
Northwest Ohio is boring. EvenEspecially at night.
This is to prove Gina's point. The country at night. Woo.
Next we visit the town of Hicksville. There's actually a town here named Hicksville. Does this tell you anything about the place we come from?
Gina summed it up :| But we once spent seriously an hour at this very corner on the night of prom waiting for 82934238 Hicksville firefighter people to drive away. It was awesome.
The firestation is just down the street.
Gina likes to explain when I'm vague.
Just proof about the Hicksville thing. Even though I take really blurry photos from Gina's passenger seat.
I actually haven't seen the Hicksville police ever. I don't know if they really exist or it's a myth to scare people into behaving.
Yeah there's real hooligans in Hicksville. But this is a good point.
Indiana welcomed us.
How is it the friggin crossroads of America? It's in the middle of BFE. Whatever, Indiana.
No comments, Justine.
The sights and sounds of Indiana. Possibly even more boring than Ohio.
Yay Mennonite house! It should be noted that we very nerdily analyzed whether or not this was, in fact, an Amish house. And knew enough to determine that it was not.
The chimney was not in the middle.
This is a thrilling shot of a grain elevator. Also in Indiana.
What's there to say; it's a friggin grain elevator.
Welcome to the town of Harlan. Where everything is named Harlan. We hypothesize that to be the mayor of Harlan, you must be named Harlan.
Proof of this follows.
Harlan haus.
Honey, I think they can read the sign.
More of my excellent photography skillz from a moving car.
We should note that we missed Lakes of Harlan, Harlan Gardens, Harlan Park...
We missed the big sign for Harlan too because it was too dark.
And there were like, a thousand Harlan churches.
This is a random fire.
It was like driving through 'Nam again. Charlie's in the trees! Haha, I'm stupid.
We finally made it to Fort Wayne. And the American spirit was still alive and kickin'.
I seriously couldn't help the tree.
This is a random bridgey thing. It is hanging.
Those IPFW students are livin' large. IPFW is a college, by the way. Look it up, we're not linking!
It's not that great. We sort of toured it once. Accidentally.
When they were building said bridge, in fact.
Two words: Stinky. Van.
So we went on this random adventure where we couldn't find Outback Steakhouse, and we ended up behind THIS VAN. AND IT STUNK. IT WAS SO GROSS.
And it came roaring up in front of me, too! I thought I was going to die!
We did almost die of POISONING.
This is part of our mistour.
This was the freakiest apartment complex ever, I swear. I'm sure these people appreciated us taking a picture of theirs.
"This is the friggin sign that Gina made me take a picture of."
Yes she did. But seriously? Why does it only say "Dick's?"
*Giggles*
WHAT IS THIS? WE DON'T KNOW. IT HAD ITS OWN TRAILER ON THE BACK OF THE VAN. Wtf.
WHAT'S WITH THE TOWEL? Totally inappropriate.
We finally found the road.
I was about to take a picture of it and THAT STUPID VAN took over. So this one is courtesy of the lovely Gina.
I was driving and took a picture! I'm so reckless! Ahh!
Recreation of the actual conversation that accompanied this picture:
"I can't even read what that says!"
*Instantly* "Bandidos!"
"Shut up!"
My giant finger. It looks so stubby! I have a stubby finger!
This is Gina's extra lemony lemon-lime beverage after we stole the lemons from our coconut shrimp plate and stuck them in our drinks.
This is our decimated shrimp plate. Nuff said.
I'm still obsessing about my stubby finger.
This is dinner.
We both got the same thing, because we're awesome like that.
Look I'm Sara. I have bacon hanging from my mouth. I'm so cool!
I have masterful eating skillz.
Look I'm Gina! I have an onion thingie masquerading as cheese on my arm! I'm so cool!
You know with a mouth as big as mine, you'd be amazed that food can actually miss it from time to time.
We finally managed this shot on the third try. Gina's still bitter about her chin being cut off.
And now I'm obsessing about my giant lips.
Better than the stubby finger.
Shut up, hippie!
It took us a while to calm down enough to comment on this one.
Inside Border's. How important must that manager feel, that he is the ONLY ONE ABLE TO DISPENSE THE PADS?
Hahahahahahaha.
This is the unexplainable tree limb in the children's section of Borders.
We have proof that it's been there for some time.
I'm too lazy to link the photo of it I took last summer.
This is the most unintentionally awesome picture ever! I don't even remember now what I was trying to take a picture of.
It's abstract art. We're so l337.
I feel like it was something in Hicksville.
No, it was Harlan park!
Why are Christmas lights still on in Harlan? The world may never know.
Meh.
Look, ma! It's a dashboard.
Oh the power of flash and glass at night.
My beads look kinda cool. Yes I have beads on my mirror. YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT IT? Don't ask how I got them.
And contrary to popular belief, laffy taffy CANNOT be shaken. Our efforts as follows:
The wombat attempting to shake the laffy taffy.
No go. But on the plus side, I do look constipated.
Experiment one: failure. 1 point: Sara and Gina, 0 points: rappers.
Experiment two: failure.
I don't even know what I look like here.
Angry. Angry eyebrows! Shake, laffy taffy, shake!
Our final experiment in which we conclude that laffy taffy does not shake, but it does break. See Sara's laffy taffy.
That's three points for us and zero for the rappers for those of you keeping score at home. What exactly is "laffy taffy" anyway?
In terms of a woman's body. Sara's being vague again.
I do that well.
Thus ends our voyage. We do hope you've learned something, children. I don't care what it is you've learned, as long as you learned something. In fact, if you did learn something, don't tell me about it.
And the words we taught the children were... fangorious, gelatinous, and.... linebacker.