





I took an ice-cold shower, slathered myself in my new jasmine body lotion and then sat in the sun for a little while trying to enjoy the last of my days off. I've been listening to Glenn Miller (swing music) and Louie Armstrong for a nice mellow, calming atmosphere. (If I'm not acting 12, I'm acting 80.) Now I just need a dance partner! I'm going to light my candles when it gets dark and just chill out. I need to order those chili pepper lights and tiki torches!
My tan is looking awesome! I'm so thrilled! I will make everyone jealous at work. I also have some Aveda "points" to cash in so I can get my hair foiled with a gift certificate. Nothing like being super blonde and tan! Ha.
There is something I need to understand about Oregon. Why are you forbidden to pump your own gas?
There are also hardly any gas stations open at 1 am which started to stress us out. THEN, I needed to go to the restroom and the person WOULD NOT COME OUT. I am not kidding about this. I stood there for 15 minutes while watching a small Asian boy run around in circles holding his crotch. I heard someone cough in there, so I know it wasn't empty. I left. Hope to God there is a rest stop close by.
I am coughing my fool head off. It sounds really healthy, too, like a dying chainsaw. I think I am annoying the occupants of the car. It does keep me awake, though.
Weed (of course.)
Chowchilla (WTF is a Chowchilla?)
Hilt (Say "HILT!" like you are dry-heaving and it's funny. Maybe it is just me.)
Louie Road (Lou-dog!)
I also took a picture of my tongue so that I could say I was licking you, but it was too blurry. Sorry to disappoint, but just know that I am licking you in spirit. This is what straight-through driving road trips do to me. It is similar to tequila. BIG LICK!
Somebody please talk to me, for the LOVE OF GOD.
Being sick on a road trip takes all the fun out of it.
Well color me surprised! It's supposed to be 97 degrees at my house tomorrow. I'll have no pool, though, so I'll have to skinny dip under the hose.


The beautiful burnt Bakersfield hills. HA. Just pigged out on Carl's (I would weigh 400 lbs. if I lived here), but I must say that their prime rib burger ROCKS.
This is the long part of the trip that isn't that exciting, although because it is so very different from what I see in Washington, it is interesting to me to see different terrain. It seems so desolate and lonely. The desert has its own beauty I suppose, even Bakersfield.
I just took NyQuil, and NOT the non-drowsy kind, so I will be in a coma for a few hours. Nighty-night.
You know me, I'll be blogging all day long to keep busy, so hopefully it will entertain you. I am going back 12 posts or so to try and answer all your comments, I'm a big slacker. Love to you all for putting up with me.
I'm hot, time to take a dip.
As we were walking around, all of a sudden "Aladdin" and "Jasmine" appeared, so we had to stop and get a pic. Here is Jim with the pretty lady and the pretty man. Jim looks frightened, doesn't he? LOL.
The sign lies, they kick you out at midnight. :)
Mocha Frappuccino, NUMMERS!
The pics include the view from my bedroom balcony, the pool of course, and my lazy pooch. We had a late lunch at Carl's Jr., and now I'm hungry again. Crap.
I'm going shopping today, that's why all the fancifying. LOL.
Right now, I'm sitting out on the patio enjoying the warm evening breeze. As soon as it gets dark, I think I'll do the skinny-dipping thing again. I really need to move into a place with a pool, I like this naughty swimming thing. It is so freeing! The water is very still and very refreshing. I like to float on my back and look at the stars at night; it is so quiet and peaceful. It's really cold getting out, though! Yikes!
My stupid pictures are as follows: My dinner of ravioli in a tomato cream sauce with shrimp (from Biagio's!), and I am proud that I have not yet broken one single nail! This is a record! I know you will quickly copy those pics and use them as wallpaper, because they are so cool. Maybe I'll use them as wallpaper. It would be SO me to have ravioli as wallpaper. I'm mental. Not my fault.
Had a teriyaki chicken sand (the "sand" part is just for you Hole) for lunch at Hennessey's Tavern. Scrumptious.