My arms hurt because I’ve been typing too much. That’s kinda funny. Tonight I went out and bought a bottle of champagne and a bunch of orange juice because holy shit it has been a rough few days.
I’m not looking forward to the diarrhea. But I’m looking forward to a few hours of feeling mellow. I ain’t felt mellow in a while. This is my second alcohol since the trip started so I’m averaging 2 drinks a month on the trip. That’s pretty normal. If I have more of this bottle it’ll up my average.
We’ll see. The kids are watching the Power Puff Girls. I’m tired.
Tonight we had a caramel apple for dinner. It was covered in nuts and white chocolate and milk chocolate. I’m telling you, it’s been a fucking day.
Ok, later we had cornbread and butter. We didn’t *only* have the caramel apple.
And we had jerky. What more could you want from life?! We have blueberries and bananas. That’s some healthy shit.
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. I’m trying not to curse with the kids. Mostly because my eldest child told me, “I don’t want to be the kind of person who swears a lot. It sounds angry and I’m really not an angry person.”
So I don’t want to model swearing just the now.
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Shit and motherfucker and piss and cocksucker and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
All the fucking shit-tastic motherfucking shit I’m not supposed to say.
You have no idea how hard it is for me to not curse. But I’m doing well. I asked the kids and they said I’ve been doing surprisingly well.
I heard that “surprisingly” you little shit. I love you.
I am doing really well at not cursing in front of them. The words swirl around in my brain and I don’t say them out loud.
Hell, the kids have me working on “shut up”. I’m not even allowed to say that any more! I taught fucking high school BECAUSE I was allowed to say shut up! That was the reason! OH MY FUCKING GOD. REALLY. I CAN’T SAY FUCKING SHUT UP ANY MORE BECAUSE IT IS A BAD WORD?! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This sucks so much. I’ve been motherfucking resisting this change SINCE I WAS FIVE YEARS OLD. I’M NOT GOING TO GOD DAMN CHANGE FOR YOU!!!!
Ok yes I will. God damnit. I will. I will only fucking curse in my god damn blog and that will be motherfucking it.
This doesn’t feel fair. I’ll tell you.
I love you so much. I’ll move mountains for you. I’ll even stop saying shut up if it bothers you.
Because you are that important to me. You and you alone are worth this kind of effort.
But I’ll bitch about you on my blog!
I think it is hilarious (and perhaps problematic) that my kids now say, “I’m not bitching I’m just saying” because they don’t know that “bitching” is a bad word. If they knew they would yell at me to expunge it from vocabulary.
Picture me rolling around on the floor with glee because I got away with something.
Seriously, when I think about it I laugh uproariously. It’s hilarious to me. I’m an asshole.
I’m a potty mouth. I’m a potty mouth. Neiner neiner fucking neiner.
This place will be the last hold out. Here, in my blog, I get to be as motherfucking profane as I GOD DAMN WANT TO BE.
I NEED ONE PLACE.
Don’t bug me about this. If ever someone tells me that I should tone down the cursing on my blog I might literally explode.
I’M DOING SO GOD DAMN WELL IN REAL LIFE. FUCK YOU ALL EVEN IF YOU NEVER THOUGHT THE THING THAT I WANT TO SAY FUCK YOU FOR.
It’s that kind of day.
I’m torn between freaking out about the broken axel and thinking positive things like, “Thank goodness it completely snapped in a parking lot!” and “Thank goodness these nice folks can make me a new axel in a week when I already planned to be here for a week!”
It’s like the universe said, “I know…. Krissy needs a cockup RIGHT NOW since she ain’t going nowhere noways. Muahahahahaha.”
FUCK YOU UNIVERSE.
But not very hard since you were so sweet as to let the axel completely go in the parking lot and not the freeway. That was awful kind of you.
I need to call the old dude! Oh shit. It’s too late at night now. I’ll call tomorrow.
Illinois is so awesome. I need to write this down before I forget.
So we were sitting in the vestibule of a Staples store trying to talk to AAA on the phone. I was on hold a lot. But outside I couldn’t hear the phone over the stupid diesel trucks that wanted to idle RIGHT NEXT TO ME and inside the store seemed a bit rude cause I was practically yelling.
Anyway, we were sitting in the vestibule, and this lady walks by. She said, “Are you all stranded? Do you need a ride home? I can help if you just need a ride.”
Whoa. I’m sitting there with my two kids and you …. just offer a ride. Wow. Thank you. That’s so kind.
I told her we were on the phone with AAA and we were not actually stranded and thank you so much for offering. That’s really kind.
Then we went out to the van to get stuff for the kids to do because we were going to have a wait in front of us. The guy sitting in a truck next to our van was real chatty. He got to talking to us. It started with, “Wow that’s a bright shirt. What does it say?” We talked for a while then the kids and I went into Starbucks to sit a spell.
After a few minutes a gentleman I didn’t recognize walked up and said, “Are you the lady with the problem?” My eyes got big and I nodded and he plopped down on the chair across from me. “Tell me about your problem. I like solving problems.”
I told him, at great length, about what was happening with the trailer. He asked me many questions. At the end he gave me his name and phone number and said if AAA couldn’t tow my trailer he and his brother (the guy in the truck) could handle moving me from point a to point b.
I almost cried. He was so nice.
Then another man stood up and waved me over to his table. When I got there he said, “This is kind of awkward but… are your kids hungry? You’ve had a really hard day and I have five grandkids and I got lucky today with a $200 repair being done for free and I told myself God doesn’t do these things by accident and I heard your story and…. Are your kids hungry?”
I told him that we weren’t hungry, we have a whole van full of food and you are the nicest thing ever.
Holy moly. I’m not sure I’ve ever had four strangers offer that much support in such a short period of time before.
I fucking love Illinois. I’m so glad we broke down here. This place is wonderful. At every hotel they’ve been really nice and sweet and offered us random bonus things because it sucks we are having so much trouble and…
I feel completely overwhelmed. Bad things happen, ok, life is like that. People can be so kind. People sometimes see you struggling and say, “Can I help?”
I’m so glad we are on this journey. Even the hard parts teach me things I want to know.
I am so grateful that mostly I can just solve problems. Throw money at the problem and it will evaporate. That’s awesome.
Thank you, Noah. This is because of you. Not because of me.
It makes me more and more and more and more passionately devoted to the idea of a basic income for all citizens. If having money can provide this much dignity and security we are pieces of shit for not giving it to all citizens as a matter of course.
I’m bringing this idea up over and over and over as I travel. Basic income. Dignity. All citizens are worthy of support.
It is kind of funny to me how many people say they have never heard of this concept before. Really?!
I miss Noah. I miss Noah so much I physically ache. I’m kinda pissed we can’t camp because I had totally figured a way to get private time for fucking and now we are in a hotel room. NOT FAIR!
There was a part of me that thought about getting two rooms right next to each other just for the secks. I decided that was a bit expensive.
I want sex. Whoa I want to get off. Like whoa. I’m getting off when Noah is here. Period.
Funny how I’m not masturbating. I tried the other day for like a minute and then stopped because it was pointless. Not happening.
I’m tired. But the kids are staying on California time. Have I mentioned how much this sucks for me? I’m letting it happen so we can maybe see fireworks at Disney World. We won’t see them without the time change advantage. My kids will stay up until “midnight” and I’ll feel like they are impressively night owls and then we’ll go home.
Yay home. I miss Wonderland.
Almost August. I miss my home. Don’t go home till the end of November. Suck it up, wench. You did this to yourself. Crazy to think I have almost four months until this journey is over. Why crazy? Because I want Noah so bad.
He’s coming in three more days! Less than that!
It’ll be ok. We don’t have another 7 week stretch without him. Yay! I want Noah. I miss Noah.
Noah helps me feel like it is ok for me to exist even though I’m problematic. I do something positive for him.
That’s a lot of why I’m confused about how rapists should be treated by society. They might do something positive for someone. How much of that matters?
I don’t know.
Life is so complicated. I feel so incompetent.