I blogged all day long today as I drove down to SC for this weekend’s portrait sessions. The problem is, blogging in your head is pretty useless, cause at this point as far as I know there is no mind-reading app for my iPhone to transcribe that for me. Sad for you, cause this post would have been waaaaay better 12 hours and several rounds of Old MacDonald Had a Farm ago.
Anyway, I spent a long day (9.5 hours) in the car with just my little munchkin. He’s quite chatty but really not much of a conversationist. I was left with lots of my own thoughts and had no one to appreciate them, so here they are for your enjoyment.
I started the morning at 4:45 a.m. in search of a donut behind a minivan sporting a bumper sticker reading “I love tattooed girls.” A squeaky clean minivan. That had my mind turning for the first few hours. I like it.
You know those baby seats in public bathrooms- those fold-down chairs with a strap attached to the wall? The really sketchy ones that you can’t believe anyone would ever use? Yeah… totally put my kid in one today. Don’t judge. I’ll have you know that it was at a very clean Chick-fil-A. You try juggling a chunky, barefoot 11-month-old in the bathroom when you’ve been chugging Dunkin Donuts coffee for three hours.
I paid $3.67 for gas in NC and felt like I stole it.
So I’ve seen this particular billboard the past several times I’ve driven through Virginia. I guess it’s some kind of slogan, but I just can’t stop scratching my head. It reads: “Productive. Seductive. Virginia.” Really? What am I supposed to do with that? I just don’t know.
Remember when I photographed Ben & Lauren a few months back? And I told you about their crazy cool summer van roadtrip? Well guess what, they hit the road on Monday. You really need to check out their blog and Follow This Trip. Cause their thoughts from the road are better than mine. That’s kinda their thing.
Am I creepy for secretly hoping that if I stop for gas or food in Richmond I’ll run into John & Sherry from Young House Love and we’ll become BFFs and they will redo my house? Maybe if I just linger at this gas pump a little longer…
There was a stretch of the trip where my small friend was less than thrilled to be in his car seat. He may or may not have screamed his head off for 90 minutes. I thought reading him his favorite book might help, but then again, I was driving. So I just recited it instead. Incidentally, it did absolutely no good even though I did all my BEST voices for the Little Bunny. Apparently the pictures are part of the experience. Also, who’s sad that I have a small library of infant books memorized?
I paid $3.41 for gas when I rolled up in SC. Be still my heart.
Disclaimer: I have never been to South of the Border, nor do I feel that it in any way represents my life growing up in South Carolina. But somehow, that giant tacky sombrero on I-95 makes me smile.
(shot blindly with my iPhone while cruising down the interstate, processed in Instagram later while NOT driving.)
That’s it for now. Night!
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