And etc…

Well, we did also envy the people who had beaches…and now I know why you never trust the genie to grant you three wishes. They always mess with you.

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So I now own a bike. And I hiked four miles yesterday (I’m calling it hiking because there was a mountain involved. And it wasn’t just a mountain in the distance.). Yes, I too am surprised. I’m not quite sure what my plan is. I guess I’m either going to get into good physical shape or accidentally kill myself. So far I’ve been ok on the bike, except once, when I was trying to get off the bike on the corner of a major intersection and I pretty much wiped out. Damn gravity. Always on. Fortunately, I look like an alien in the helmet (which I wear because it’s both safe and cool) so no one can recognize me anyway. Also, no one who actually knows me would expect me to be on a bike. Or, on the ground underneath a bike. Well, unless said situation involved me wandering aimlessly around and a bike falling from the sky unto me. That’s fairly likely in comparison to the other scenario in which I’m voluntarily riding a bike.

My husband is currently shirtless, in the backyard, talking to the neighbors. Awkward. Well, for me at least.

I’m sitting here watching television, and all that’s on is the first night of So You Think You Can Dance. This is some painful crap. And yet, I cannot look away…because the remote is on the other end of the couch and I’m not leaning over that far. Sigh. The suffering. Emo overload…gah…and the unaware. Cannot.Stop.Cringing.

Matt and I left this morning for Iowa. We wanted to make it to Lincoln, Nebraska by tonight. That so isn’t going to happen, because we are now stuck in the middle of Nowhere, Wyoming. Ok, it’s actually Rawlins, Wyoming. Interstate 80 is closed from here to Laramie–there was bad weather (uncomfirmed by me, but speculated by others) and apparently a thirty-car pileup (confirmed by random people in our hotel). I assume this is true, because only the east-bound lanes are closed. Bad weather would close both sides, methinks.

I didn’t realize they actually closed interstates until today. I mean, I’ve seen the signs they use for if they close it, but it seemed like a thing that would never really happen, except for a hurricane or something like that. And Wyoming doesn’t really have a coast line. So we’re trapped. I’m starting to think this is a big scam to bring in money for the town of Rawlins. This place appears to be only hotels and fast-food joints. Every year we’ll close the interstate a few times and bring in some revenue! (There’s an exclamation point because that’s how I imagine the city’s council–or whoever makes these decisions–would sound when they came up with this plan.) It really is a good plan–there are cars and semis in all the hotel parking lots.

The one upside–they have a Taco John’s here. Six-pack and a pound, oh yeah! :) I’ve been deprived of potato oles in Logan. Starchy goodness and Diet Mountain Dew. It almost makes up for being stuck here. Almost. I hope they open up the road tomorrow…