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Well, I can check ice climbing off my bucket list.

29 Wednesday Jan 2014

Posted by anotherbigbite in On the Road Again, Out of Doors, The "Joy" of Parenting

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climbing, colorado, ice climbing, ouray, Travel

And I don’t mean gingerly creeping up the slope of the driveway after taking out the garbage in the middle of January.

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Here is a little disclaimer:  I never had ice climbing on my bucket list to begin with.  My actual bucket list is chock full of things like petting a dolphin, eating escargot and visiting every Disney park on the planet.  But, being married to a mountain man means that some things rub off on ya.

When we started rock climbing at Nathan’s behest a decade ago, I never would have thought we would ever go ICE climbing.  It is expensive, dangerous, and we lived in Chicago.  Where were we going to go ice climbing??

You really can never tell where life will take you.

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The plus side to ice climbing is how bad ass you feel wielding two sharp axes and giant spikes on your feet. The rest of you, however, looks ridiculous. And now you know what my grownup ass looks like in snow pants.  Oh safety glasses, I’ve missed you since 10th grade chemistry.

We have been fortunate enough that Nathan’s job requires him to know how to do cool shit.  Like climbing a 100 foot frozen waterfall.  And being in touch with otherwise normal individuals who have a giant lapse in judgement when it comes to finding things to do for fun.

Fun.  Hanging on to a sheet of ice by two ice axes and crampons is apparently supposed to be FUN.

I’ll tell you what it really is: E’FFING INSANE.  Scary.  Hard.  Oh, and yes… FUNNER THAN HELL.

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We headed up to Ouray, Colorado to ice climb, which is apparently the place to ice climb.  I never made it farther than the forty foot kid wall (which actually has six-year-olds dangling off the side), seeing as how I have charge of my own two lillyputs, neither of which have a set of crampons and so we can’t actually visit the Ouray Ice Park without pairs for everyone.  Oh, and it isn’t safe.  So there’s that.

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Nathan filming away while I climbed.

We spent the New Years weekend back in Ouray with a few friends and their friends who love to climb.  The reason no one is heard of this trip is because it was so terrible that I haven’t even wanted to reflect on it until now.  The kids and I were holed up in a hotel room for most of it.  When Nathan suggested we go, I was all for it.  We spent a weekend in Ouray in the fall and I loved it.

“Sure!  Let’s go!  The kids and I can tool around town, grab a late breakfast, go shopping, take a dip in the hot springs, visit the AWESOME toy store, get ice cream instead of lunch, take a nap…  And then we can all go out for dinner!”

Well, we went to the toy store.  Three times.

The kids and I were not in our very best form; all three of us were in a funk.  We were the only ones with kids, and while our whole group was super great with them and never gave us one reason to doubt they were anything less than charmed with Alice and Finn (they put on a great face), we realized AGAIN that being a double income household with no kids is a club we do not belong to any longer…

Like, we wouldn’t even be let in with a loaner sport coat at the door.

While the kids each had a few epic tantrums, my funk culminated in a fantastical display of hormones at the local ice cream shop on New Year’s Eve.  In front of EVERYONE.  Tears, heaving bosom, the whole bit.  And that was the end of that.  No champagne toast, no countdown, no trip to the hot springs, nothing else.  I picked a helluva battle with Nae, got my period, and cried myself to sleep.  We left the next morning after breakfast.

But the ice climbing part of the trip?  Best six minutes of the whole weekend.  It reminded me why I loved rock climbing…  All of a sudden, I didn’t have time to think of how cold I was, or whether I was working on phonics enough with Finn or arguing with the insurance company over our rate increase.  I just had one thing to worry about:  Don’t fall.

This, I feel you should know, is NOT ME.

This, I feel you should know, is NOT ME.  Just some random guy who is clearly out of his mind.

It also reminded me of how out of shape I am since my climbing heyday.  Yikes.  I need to work on that.

But, for a few minutes, everything was just…  Me.  And my quivering knees.

I learned a few things on that trip to Ouray.  ONE; it isn’t a child-friendly town.  TWO; the merchants or Ouray are not very nice or understanding to moms alone with their (obnoxious) kids (with the major exception of the staff at O’Toys – I cannot say enough of how great they are).  THREE:  A two-hour dinner at the nicest place in town in no place for my kids, and FOUR:  Never go on vacation with people you have never met when you are the only couple with kids and your uterus is due for a visit from Mother Nature.

I’m sure there is a good joke about crampons and getting your period in there somewhere.

As we drove out of town, past the hot springs that we didn’t visit, I vowed NEVER to go back.  Which I am not sure is petty and childish or simply pragmatic.

But I will miss the ice climbing.

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-CENSORED- Things I Can’t Show You

11 Wednesday Dec 2013

Posted by anotherbigbite in I'm a Crafty Mo' Fo', On the Road Again

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christmas presents, dog, farm, Travel

You know how you visit a blog every so often, and there, staring you in the face is the same damn post that has been at the top of the page for the last month or two?  Ohmygod, that drives me NUTS.

And at first I’m like please, please, please, gimme more; I don’t care that you just gave birth and then I’m all did something happen to them? and finally I’m FINE.  I’M DONE.

Yeah.  So, if you’re still with me; no, nothing happened to us.  And I have no good excuse why there has been zilch in the activity over here at Another Big Bite.  Sure, I’ve been busy, but not so busy that I haven’t had a chance to post.  It’s kinda like when you don’t work out for a week because you’ve been sick and suddenly, you haven’t done it in over a month.  Time gets away from ya.

But, I have been hard at work on all types of Christmas projects.  Most of them can’t be posted since they are gifts (and I think my mother-in-law is still checking the blog daily waiting to hear about her grandbabies).  Case in point:

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Let’s not forget these…

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Oh, and then there is this…

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A day may come when I’ll post some of those projects here, but it is not this day.

While I’ve been away from here, I’ve also been away from home.  We visited the family farm out in Iowa for Thanksgiving.  It was lots of fun.  But a very long drive.

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I’ve recently been horrified at the copious amount of mucus that can ooze out of a little person’s nose, searched high and low for plain marzipan, and been trying really hard at deciphering Alice’s many new words.

Daddy?  Doggy?  Oh!  GUMMY!   You want your gummy vitamins?  No?  I. give. up. 

Also, poor little Violet has been on the mend after having fourteen teeth removed.  PSA ALERT:  If your pooch’s breath smells, check their teeth.  Get them cleaned.  It will save you hundreds of dollars.

But as of now, she’s a new girl!  No smelly breath and she acts like a puppy again.

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So there you have it… You’re all caught up to speed!  Now only time will tell… Will I get back in my habit of regular blog posts?

You bet your ass I will.

At least that is what I keep telling myself.  Thanks for sticking around.  C’mon, you’ve had a slump, too.  Admit it.

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Congress Blows Goats. So Let’s Go on Vacation! (Part 2)

10 Thursday Oct 2013

Posted by anotherbigbite in On the Road Again, Out of Doors, The "Joy" of Parenting

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colorado, family, fishing, hot springs, kids, ouray, parenting, rving, Travel, traveling with kids

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Before we could  trek about downtown Ouray on Saturday morning, the kids made sure to clamber for pancakes for breakfast.  As Nathan and I have learned, going camping is just like staying home…  Only every task we complete takes eighty times longer.

Making coffee at home: 90 seconds.  Making coffee while camping: 12 minutes.

A pancake breakfast at home is a pretty big deal around here and takes at least an hour once you figure in noshing time and cleanup.  When we are out camping?  By the time we finish, we’re ready for grilled cheese sandwiches.

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The weather had warmed up and the sun was on full power as we made the five-minute walk to Main Street.  First on Finn’s list was O’Toys.  It was a charming family owned affair with its own Game Bar where everyone was welcome to try out any number of the giant stash of games they sold.  We hit up the toy store on our way into town and also on the way back; we had a chance to talk to both of the owners while they suggested age-appropriate trailer-friendly games for us to take home.

Finn is a pain most of the time, but when we are out and about, he is pretty well-mannered when he wants something.  He constantly tries to ask questions of every cashier we meet.  It is adorable, but very frustrating.  Most folks seem to tune out little people, so Finny’s “Um, excuse me, ma’am”s ususally go unheeded, no matter how many times they are repeated.

The gentleman at O’Toys was a completely different story.  Every time Finn would politely interrupt, he would respond right away with a kind “Yes, sir?”  It made all of us happy.

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1trip2After we chose “Spot It,” we ventured out to find a spot for lunch and ended up at the Timberline Deli.  You’d think a deli would be a speedy place to get a bite to eat, but you’d be wrong if you expected to get in and out of there in a timely manner.  After waiting for twenty-five minutes for our food, the kids’ grilled cheese sandwich arrived as a hamburger topped in mac and cheese.  How does that even happen??

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After another ten minute go-round with the waitress who completely missed me gently repeating GRILLED CHEESE, not MAC AND CHEESE five or six times, two plates arrived with fries and mac and cheese.  I rolled my eyes and shut my trap, especially when I noticed the pieces of bun and hamburger particles stuck to the noodles.  She scraped the pasta off the first hamburger we got?  And that took her ten minutes??

“You know, if all that hadn’t just happened…  I might have actually said the food was pretty good here,” Nathan mused.  “Too bad it was spoiled by-”

“The taste of bitterness?” I interjected.  I was still irked and mildly fuming.

We decided NOT to stay for dessert, but instead moved the crew to Mouse’s Chocolates and Coffee (they roast the coffee and make their own chocolates in-house – HOLLA!).  A wise decision, fo sho.

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We dove head-first into ice cream, caramels, truffles, coffee and “Scrap Cookies.”  What is a Scrap Cookie, exactly?  All the extra pieces of chocolate, caramel, truffles – any of the scraps from chocolate-making – end up in an enormous cookie.  Good lord.  It was amazing.

After hitting up the rock shop, hardware store, a few kick-knack shops and the toy store one last time, we walked back to The House with Wheels to put Alice down for her nap.  While I settled into getting some work done, Nathan and Finn played a few rounds of “Spot It” and built a snowman.

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“Mom. She is TOUCHING my snowman.”

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Once Alice woke up, we packed up our swimming gear, bundled up and headed to the Ouray Hot Springs.  Though it was only 40 degrees out (which made getting in and out of the pool a little uncomfortable), it was amazing to settle into the steaming water for a few hours.  The water was between 95-105 degrees depending on where you parked yourself, and both the kids were completely enamoured with the novelty of being outside, almost naked, when they had been playing in the snow an hour or two before.

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We stayed in the pool past the kids’ bedtime, and by the time we were snuggly warm back at camp, all of us were itching to roast ourselves some marshmallows.  Nathan built a rip-roaring fire and just as we popped open the bag of Stay-Pufts, the Fourth of July fireworks began.  Yep.  In October.

For whatever reason, Ouray didn’t blow off their Independence Day pyrotechnic display in July.  Instead, they blew off the entire fifteen minute show in ninety seconds to coincide with the city-wide Jeep raffle (I was scratching my head, too).  Couple that with a toasty marshmallow and you’ve got yourself a pretty decent nightcap.

On Sunday morning, we headed into town one last time for breakfast at Backstreet Bistro.  All four of us were in hog heaven; Nae had a giant cup of coffee to rouse him from his morning grump, Alice and Finn each had a large cinnamon roll to gorge on, and I had the “Scramble,” which brought me right back to the glory days in Spokane when Nae and I would wake up to breakfast at Huckleberry’s every Saturday morning.  (Oh, Bistro Scramble and Brule; how I pine for thee!!)

Before heading back to pack up camp, we took in a mountain drive and took a moment to check out the Ouray Ice Park, though it was completely devoid of any ice climbers.  Or ice.

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On our way out of town, we stopped at the Hot Springs again to feed giant coy.  I’m happy to say that we all walked away clean and dry (by only a narrow margin), and Alice and Finn were happy as a clams feeding the fish and chasing the turtles.  We got back on the road just before lunch.

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Once Alice fell asleep around the Blue Mesa Dam, we pulled the trailer over and popped it up.  Alice and I settled inside with the dogs while Nae and Finn climbed down to the river to go fishing.  Besides the fact that we were pulled over on the side of the highway (all the National Recreation Area parking lots were closed… Still.), it was rather peaceful.  I fired up my laptop and put my nose to the grindstone.  Besides the group of foreign travelers who stopped right next to us and proceeded to take photos of themselves in front of the camper like it was George Michael, no one bothered us.

And don’t worry; I TOTALLY photobombed every shot from inside the trailer.  How they couldn’t see my bare ass face through the window is anyone’s guess.  Bet their friends will be entertained when they post those shots on Facebook.

We pulled into the driveway around ten on Sunday night, and both Nae and I wished we were still out there.

Heck, I still wish it was out there and it is already Friday.  Sigh.

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Congress Blows Goats. So Let’s Go on Vacation! (Part 1)

08 Tuesday Oct 2013

Posted by anotherbigbite in On the Road Again, Out of Doors, The "Joy" of Parenting

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black canyon, camping, colorado, family, government shutdown, gunnison, monarch pass, nature, ouray, outdoors, park, road trip, rv, rving, Travel, traveling with kids, vacation

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Like nearly a million other people, we found ourselves with some extra time off last week.  Never one to pass up the opportunity to hit the road, we decided to get out of Dodge again.

After toying with (and sadly abandoning) the idea to truck out to Arizona to see my dad, we decided to stay a little closer to home and check out Ouray, Colorado.  Ouray is the ice climbing capital of the world, apparently.  Since it is past Labor Day, and nowhere near ice climbing season, we figured it would be a good time to visit.  And whoo-hoo, we were not disappointed at all.

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We took our time getting things together on THursday, and consequently only made it two hours to Buena Vista.  Since we had such a great time when we went there a few months ago, we decided to check out the same “free” campsite we had found.  Not surprisingly, there wasn’t a soul around for miles and we backed in around midnight.  When we woke up the next morning, the rain I thought I had heard was actually snow…  Finn was mighty pleased and was thrilled to be back at the same campsite.  Writing your name in the snow with your own pee may have had something to do with his excitement.

After breakfast at the Brown Dog Coffee Company in Buena Vista (seriously the best raspberry scone I had ever had), we pressed on to Gunnison.  We passed this amazing display of playground awesomeness; holy crap!  How could we not stop?  Three story tube slide?  Don’t mind if I do.

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The slide was awesome; and even Nathan and I were grinning ear-to-ear and racing back up to the top for more.  It was FAST… Alice could have done it all day, but one trip for Finn was enough.  He had his eyes on the rock wall.  And loved going down the swirly slide…. Which knocked him on his ass more than a few times.

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Wipeout in 3…. 2….. 1….

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After a disappointing lunch at Pizza Hut (shock; I know) and hitting three separate Walmarts in 24 hours, we finally managed to inch our way up Monarch Pass.  A temporary road sign alerted us to the icy conditions ahead.  No more than three minutes later, we were driving through a decent snow…  And when we saw a bunch of cars and a crew of people milling about the pull out just shy of the pass, I thought of one thing.

Shit.  We didn’t bring chains.  It is barely even October.

Nathan must have been thinking the same thing; he pulled over to get the latest from the folks coming the opposite direction.  They all looked pretty grumpy and were furiously brushing off the snow from their vehicles.  When we got a little closer, and I started rolling down my window to talk to the nearest guy, I got that feeling that something was a little off…

All the cars were blacked out; Mercedes and tank-like trucks were surrounded by a clan of guys decked out in tactical gear; fatigues, guns, knives, bullet-proof vests.  Holy shit.  What had we just rolled up on?

“Uh… Is it really bad?  You guys needed chains?”  I sorta muttered to this guy who was obviously NOT in the military but had enough weapons to make it through the third round of the zombie apocalypse.  I start to notice the truck behind him is armoured and clearly ready to plow through a shower of bullets, machetes or anyone else, alive or dead, that stands in its path.

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“Nah..  Just a little slippery,” he tells us with a ridiculous level of nonchalance considering all the heat he is packing.

Nathan chimes in (in his “I’m an official bad-ass, and I know something is amiss” voice), “Are you a cop?  That pattern on your uniform is the new Special Forces stuff.”

A few more seconds into the conversation, and we’re told that they are in Monarch Pass filming The Fast and the Furious 7 (Whaaaaat?  THE SEVENTH MOVIE?  I must be living under a rock, and not following Vin Diesel’s career as closely as I could be.).  The snow has made it impossible to film.  After Nathan and I breathe a sigh of relief,  Nae asks him about the knife holstered in the front of his vest.

“Nah, man.  Just rubber, he bends the handle in half and I am amazed at how real it looks.  And how bizarre it is that this guy just “bent” his knife in half.  “Guns, knives, all of it is just rubber.”

“Are those trucks the real deal, too?” I ask.

“Nah, they’re empty.  No heaters, no radios, just shells.  Sucks, man.”  He smiles.

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When he asks where we’re headed, and we tell him we’re really not sure, he wishes us well, and tells us it isn’t too slippery up ahead, but we’re gonna get pretty dirty.  Of course, they’re worried about getting dirty.  We didn’t care.  He wishes us well and gives us a very cliché thumbs-up.  We wish him luck for the movie and drive off.  Over the next half hour, we pass three or four sets of identical black cars in triplicate – bigger trucks, and THE Vin Diesel car (or so I think, I’ve stopped caring about Fast and the Furious since I’ve had kids).

“If I cared about Facebook, I would totally put this up there,” Nae tells me.  I totally agree.

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Alice drifted off to sleep, and we got to see evidence of Congress’ work ethic.  Every pull-off for the recreation areas, and Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park, was shuttered up.

Fuck you very much, Congress.  Three cheers for our Nation’s leaders.

We stopped by the Dillon Pinnacles…

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And the Blue Mesa Dam.

And took in the sights of the Black Canyon.  From the road.  Since that is the closest we could get.

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By late afternoon, we pulled into Ouray and were taken aback at how picturesque it was…  It was like living in a movie.  Only not The Fast and the Furious.

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We took a quick tour around town and decided we would come back the next morning when everything was open.

Stay tuned for more!

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DIY Kid-Friendly Pin Map

20 Friday Sep 2013

Posted by anotherbigbite in Fixing Up the House, I'm a Crafty Mo' Fo', On the Road Again, The "Joy" of Parenting

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boys room, diy, geography, kids room, map, parenting, pin map, road trip map, Travel

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Yeah, pardon me, just getting back from a trip – it was to a place called Off the Face of the Earth, and while we were busy, we got lots done.  But now we’re back on our regular schedule…  I think.

Finn’s room is going swimmingly!  The bed is 95% complete; we have trim work to do and then it is DONE.  While Nathan has been plowing away on all the woodworking, I’ve been breathing down Nae’s neck to get it done finishing up some of the smaller projects; getting art hung, touching up dinged walls, digging things out of storage so they can finally be put up… You know, the usual “easy” stuff.

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I would be lying if I said I was a big help in the construction of the bed; it’s all been Nathan.  The one project that was truly a joint effort between the two of us was Finn’s map.  We love to travel, and have been living like gypsies since he has been born.  Also, the fam is scattered to the four winds, and wrapping your noggin around how far it is to Grandma’s house is an intangible concept when you are four.

And one needs to know how far it is to Disney World.

We have a pin map for the whole family, but map tacks and foam board are not what you might think of as “kid-friendly.”  Finny needed something on the sturdy side, and he hasn’t been to all the places that Nae and I have.  That, and our map is kinda ugly.  This one is pretty.  Which is really all that matters to me some days.

This baby started out as a 4’x8′ sheet of 3/4″ thick plywood.  We needed a few sheets of plywood to make Finn’s bed, and this fit into the project quite nicely.

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I started out with a printout of a US map and traced it on to a transparency so I could use the overhead projector I rescued from the garbage for the first time.  Only problem is, I haven’t actually laid eyes on a transparency in the last decade. I DID happen to finish off the box of spinach that morning, though.  I did what any hillbilly resourceful person would do and traced my map onto the lid of the spinach box.  Problem solved.

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Since Nae knew he would be cutting the map out with a jig saw, I traced it backwards.  When you use a jig saw on plywood, it gnaws out the top layer of veneer, but only on the top of the sheet.  On the backside, there is a nice, perfect cut.

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Once it was done being cut out, (a process that was tedious and mind-numbing for Nathan – it clocked in at over an hour and a half), Nathan sanded the edges while I taped off the edge behind him.  I love seeing the cross-section of the plywood, and I’ll be damned if I was going to paint it.

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By the time I got to Michigan, my eye started twitching.  Crimeinitly, taping that SOB was a pain.  Nathan and I moved out on our own together when we were WAY too young, and we called Michigan home for six months before admitting defeat, tucking our tails between our legs and shuffling back to our respective parents’ houses.  Growing up is a bitch.

“Fuck Michigan,” I pronounced to Nathan as he was sanding Maine’s Northern coast.  “Fuck Michigan for when we were nineteen, and fuck Michigan because I can’t tape the edge.  There are too many damn curves.”

“I felt the same way when I was cutting it.  Yes.  Fuck Michigan.”  I love this man.

Also, fuck Florida.  Over the course of sanding, taping, painting, tracing and hanging, all four of us managed to get nailed in the head with the Florida-weiner.  Its only saving grace is Disney World, I tell you.

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After it was painted, I flipped on the projector one last time, lined the good-ole-U-S-of-A back up and traced the state borders lightly in pencil.  I wanted to be able to put pins in the right spot – so I needed to know where the borders were, but I didn’t want to see them unless I was up close.  Tracing over them with a white paint pen did just the trick.  The state lines don’t pop, but they are easily viewable up close.

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For real, it is crazy that my little man has been so many places in his four years on this earth.

Instead of map tacks, we opted to pound giant nails in.  They are in there GOOD – they do not budge at all – and I don’t have to worry about little people unwittingly placing us on some non-existent road trip through Kansas or North Dakota.  The nail heads got a shiny coat of red paint.

By the way, in order for a place to warrant a tack/nail, we had to have spent the night there or done something exceptionally memorable or unique to that particular location.  McDonalds doesn’t count.  The Corn Palace does.  I CANNOT WAIT TO TAKE FINN TO WALL DRUG.

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When it came to hang it on the wall, we killed two birds with one stone by drilling screws in all the places that Finn has lived.  Turns out Ohio, Colorado, Washington and Illinois make a pretty nifty span for such a task.  Nathan thinks we need to move to San Diego for a very short stint so the map is REALLY SCREWED IN THERE, but it isn’t moving anytime soon.  I suppose there is something poetic in all of this  – this being held together by all the places you call home – but the sentiment is lost on me after all the work we’ve been doing in the last few weeks.

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And surprisingly, Finn is really good at geography.  Holy shit, he knows right where everyone lives, and which “home screw” is which…  He clearly got his father’s sense of direction.  I get lost on the way to the mall.

Maybe, just maybe, if my parents had gotten me a map at a young age, I would be the same way.

Wait.  Nope.  My dad’s brilliant idea to get me a globe one year for Christmas when I was seven made no other impression on me than, “Reaaaally, Dad?  A GLOBE?  For CHRISTMAS?”  I was such a brat.

And maybe Finn feels the same way.  Now I totally understand why my Dad got me that globe.

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