If you've got a bubbe in Florida, you won't want to miss Sara Silverman's plea for your participation in The Great Schlep. (If you don't know what a bubbe is, or you're easily offended by Sara's incredibly non-PC approach to
The Great Thursday Morning Ass Schlep in which I took my dog for a long, hard walk, on a beautiful trail, in the morning air and now I feel great. So it's got me thinking that I may finally, possibly start doing something for Mrs G's 5k ass program like I said I would, even though I really didn't know that I said I would.
Seriously, I just thought I was encouraging Mrs.G, but now my link is on her sidebar as a participant, so I kind of feel obligated. But I don't do obligation very well. But walking makes me feel really good, and it's good for me, so I shouldn't let some perceived obligation get in my way, right?
What was I talking about again?
Oh yeah, walking. Why don't I do this everyday? It clears the cobwebs, facilitates the oxygen intake, makes the dog really happy and provides me time to think. (That's not even considering the obvious
Disclaimer: Even though I'm right there in spirit with Mrs. G, there will be no pictures of my ass on the web. Ever. You're welcome.
The Great California Schlep in which I pack up the family and head south for the much anticipated James
So it's almost here, Kenya believe it? Where did summer go? I know I saw it here just a minute ago. Then I turn around for one minute and it's gone. It seems like September just flew through my mind like a breeze. Maybe that's because I've been looking forward especially hard this year.
Anticipation is a funny thing. There's a kind of yin and yang to the whole experience this time around. The good part is that I have time to think and plan. (Unlike my last James road trip where I just jumped in the car and drove through the night.) The bad part of course is that I have time to think and plan. This means I've had time to evaluate the sanity of said plan.
I've had a few What Am I Crazy?! moments. Like yesterday when Qacei and I were going over our budget for the trip. We've actually done really well in that department and I've got it covered for the most part. And don't think I missed the whole Learning in Real Life, aka unschooling, benefit that goes into the planning of such an escapade. But this is what sent a mild gasp throughout the room.
Yup. That's our Google map of directions and destinations. Don't get me wrong, it's going to be a kick-ass, mind blowing, amazingly awesome experience. But we sure do have a lot of highway miles on there. And there's this...
It's s little unsettling to see the round trip driving time all put together like that. One and a half days in the car. Make that 1 day and 18 hours if we hit traffic. But I shouldn't worry. I mean we're driving to LA, what are the chances we'll hit traffic? Right?
Of course that's a small price to pay to see my boys in concert. Again. And again. And again. And again. WooHoo!
So get ready, it's almost here.
Want to be a part of the tour? Email me at zenmomma (at) comast (dot) net if it looks like I'll be heading anywhere near you and you'd like to meet up for coffee, chit chat and the latest James update. I'd love to say hi. Plus I've got a great CD to play for you.