Montana n: A state of the northwest United States bordering on Canada. Admitted as the 41st state in 1889. The fourth largest state in the union, it includes vast prairies and numerous majestic mountain ranges.
Syn: Treasure State, Big Sky Country, Last Best Place.
Jones n: slang. An addiction or very deep craving.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Road trip summary
Hours spent in the vehicle: 63
Average speed: 61.5 MPH
Total miles: 5349
Nights spent in hotel rooms: 13
Longest day: 640 miles. West Montana to East Montana.
Hours spent in a ninth grade classroom: ¾.
Old friends I got to meet for lunch: 1
Most state lines crossed in one day: 6. (Virginia, Maryland, West Virginia, Pensylvania, West Virginia, Ohio.)
Best truck stop breakfast: Cafe on exit 307 of interstate 94 through North Dakota.
Most humbling moment: Nephew kicking my ass seven times in a row at Star Wars Battlefront on the Xbox.
Coolest thing I saw: The Wright brothers airplane.
Most interesting social encounter: Flirting with the girl at the bar in Ohio.
Best beer: Moose Drool, waiting right here for me in good ol' Montana just as soon as I got back in the state.
Flattest most boring landscape: Illinois.
Best mountains (east of the Mississippi): West Virginia.
Best mountains (west of the Mississippi): Montana!
Bumpiest roads: North Dakota.
Best home cooked meal: The M_'s farm in Ohio. Fresh milk from the cow, homemade butter, a pot roast that melts in your mouth and a slice of homegrown tomato so thick and meaty I had to cut it with a knife.
Worst city traffic: Washington D.C. (Honorable mention: Minneapolis.)
Best city traffic: Fargo.
Cutest waitresses: North Dakota.
Dad's best one liner: "If the toilet paper was any thinner it would only have one side."
Labels: best of, dad, hotel, miles, miscellaneous, nephew, road trip, states, summary, vacation, vehicle, Washington D.C.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Grab bag
- She:
- Are you wearing shorts already?
- Me:
- I've been wearing shorts all winter.
- She:
- I believe that.
- She:
- And how are you doing today?
- Me:
- I'm still kicking and screaming.
- She:
- That's horrible.
- Me:
- No, it's a good thing. It means the man hasn't beaten me down yet.
- Me:
- Definitive proof that I'm not young anymore.
- She:
- What's that?
- Me:
- I just tried to send a text message but couldn't.
- She:
- You couldn't send a text message?
- Me:
- Yeah, I accidentally sent it to myself. And typing on those phone pads, screw that.
- She:
- Kids these days love their text messages.
- Me:
- Yup. I just proved that I'm no kid.
Labels: age, banter, conversation, miscellaneous, random, shorts, text message, the man, youth
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