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The Road Trip to Sean


Mile 1…pick up girls at school

Mile 4….Fax our lease to our landlord. (Woo Hoo! We will be living closer to school soon.)

Mile 10….Fill up the car and head on our way.

Mile 17….Offered to drive. Was politely turned down.
Mile 107 …. Stop for another pee break. Tempted to get a tattoo at the all-in-one service station. Unfortunately, time was limited.

Mile 115….Offered to drive during daylight. Once again my offer was turned down.

Mile 192….Contemplated the schoolwork that needed to be done.

Mile 259….Grease sing-along
Mile 293…..Schoolwork
Papers masked my pillow serving as a desk while post-its with ideas and things to follow up on covered my window. Two hours was spent correcting papers.

Mile 364….Turned down the job of toll assistant to focus on my job of teacher. Sana took the job and nailed it. Not only did she have tolls ready as needed, she figured the gas mileage every time we stopped.

Mile 497…Can I say I have been to Kentucky? Unfortunately, I never got out of the car to get myself a bumper sticker.

Mile 517… My 4:30am wake up finally caught up with me. Sleep overtook my entire being at somewhere around 10pm.

Mile 673 ….I awake to find myself in Indiana at 3:30am.

Mile 726…My alarm goes off. 4:30am time to get up and get ready for school. I turn it off and go back to sleep after offering to drive once again.
Mile 893  (somewhere near the Ozark Plateau) …Woke up at 6:30am. Watched the sunrise in the rearview mirror. Was a bit late to get a picture.

Mile 960…..We reach the Fort Leonard Wood Gate

TOTAL MILES: 960 or so

Tony drove the entire way!!

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  1. AnonymousJuly 25, 2011 at 12:05 PM

    Tony sounds like Ronnie when we were traveling. He drove all the way never would give it over to me BUT now is a differnt story he has let me do all the driving since his heart problems. Glad you had a good trip. Take care. Love you. Marguerite

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