Saturday, July 31, 2010

Vacation Stories, Part Dos

Still tellling car stories:

In Texas, passed a creek called "Woman Hollering Creek" - what's up with that? I'd love to hear the story behind that one.

We passed over sooo many creeks that were just dry beds. I don't know if they fill up in the spring or what but there were tons of bridges that said there were creeks there but had no water under them. It was weird.

Closer to Del Rio, we started to pass ranches on both sides of the road. I didn't realize that they really do have those big ranch entrances with gates and names on them. It was kind of cool. And, being the romance reader that I am, with each ranch we passed I imagined the sexy cowboys who live there and the women who love them.

One thing we always have on road trips is beef jerky. I don't know why, we just do. So, we're in the car and eating the jerky, and of course the conversation ends up there. You know where there is, especially if you're the owner of a teenage boy. So, the conversation went something like this:

Me (to hubs, who has just handed me a piece of jerky): Thank you dear.
Son: *snickers* Dad's giving you his meat - ewww!
Me: *big smile* I love to have your dad's meat in my mouth. Mmmmm...
Son: Ewww!
Me: You're the one who went there...Mmmm...salty and delicious!
Son: *gags*

(Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself with pictures - this is Ian and the bride's sister, BV, at the reception)

Next post - Mexico stories and pictures, I promise!

Vacation Stories Part Uno, Part Dos, Part Tres, Part Quatro, and Part Cinco


Chris said...

LMAO at the conversation with your son re: the "beef jerkey"!

Louisiana Rose said...

Is THAT why he wanted to ride home with us?? LMAO!

ChiaPop said...

I'm with Ian... "Eeeewwwwwww!!!!!"

Major Dad said...

I seem to remember the same statements coming out of your mouth ChiaPop. We all love to embarass the chillins'!

vslavetopassionv said...

oh my god, I love you for that conversation with your son. lol!


H1 said...

Thanks Patti. I drive past those ranch entrances every day on the way to and from work. I will never look at them the same. Love ya sis!