tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post114556984671352689..comments2023-07-03T01:07:37.640-07:00Comments on Ignore the Crazy: Story #1Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02421106490759593190noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145985689497748942006-04-25T10:21:00.000-07:002006-04-25T10:21:00.000-07:00People always talk about California falling off th...People always talk about California falling off the continent into the ocean, but if God is just He will take Nevada instead and just smush California up against Utah. Then it would only take us a few hours to get there. Don't you think it's a good idea? <BR/><BR/>You are one brave mommy. I'm glad you made it through with your olfactory powers unscathed (though offended)!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14545496730057771946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145895206408661932006-04-24T09:13:00.000-07:002006-04-24T09:13:00.000-07:00Carina - but then you'd be EATING the smell instea...Carina - but then you'd be EATING the smell instead of smelling it.<BR/><BR/>When I stayed in Winnemucca I ate my first bovine tongue.<BR/><BR/>Needless to say I haven't had it since but, oh, the memories of Winnemucca.LuckyRedHenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02999331968314504791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145845746465872212006-04-23T19:29:00.000-07:002006-04-23T19:29:00.000-07:00I've stayed in those places and you are truly a gr...I've stayed in those places and you are truly a great mom. My parents would have said, "Well, breathe through your mouth then."Carinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13859567470814286102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145832346297395592006-04-23T15:45:00.000-07:002006-04-23T15:45:00.000-07:00Queen,I was too tired to take a shower that night....Queen,<BR/><BR/>I was too tired to take a shower that night...but when we got back in the car the next day we could still smell it a little...<BR/><BR/>As for traveling alone, I would have said the same thing a few months ago but my kids are in that perfect age right now. I would'nt have done it 6 months ago and won't do it 6 months from now. Jacob is old enough to be entertained by the DVD player, but young enough to not care what is on (allowing bossy boots Lauren to be in charge) and is still in diapers. Lauren is old enough to get things for him (sippy, toys) and can hold off for potty stops. It was a fluke, really.<BR/><BR/>I also hadn't been home for almost a year. :-)Bekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02421106490759593190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145821515257453432006-04-23T12:45:00.000-07:002006-04-23T12:45:00.000-07:00I don't know where to start - you are brave on so ...I don't know where to start - you are brave on so many levels. Driving alone with 2 kiddies... at night... finding a hotel in a small town. I have this fear of small towns after X-files and the shrunken head episodes. I swear - there's something not quite right about people who live in those lonely little places. <BR/><BR/>The escape from deadman's crossing was ... phenomenal. Boy - great story... but I don't think I'd ever do that for the story... Bravo to you for making it out alive. Did you take a hot shower after all that? I totally need one after reading that misadventure. ;-) UGH. I can just feel the nastiness.QueenScarletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02270993732115125040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145808440690695492006-04-23T09:07:00.000-07:002006-04-23T09:07:00.000-07:00What a nightmare!!! You are a brave, brave woman....What a nightmare!!! You are a brave, brave woman. And, um...where's the pictures???Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01959841561323203499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145756485138966322006-04-22T18:41:00.000-07:002006-04-22T18:41:00.000-07:00Yeah for Waldo! He's a keeper.Chris..thank your mo...Yeah for Waldo! He's a keeper.<BR/><BR/>Chris..thank your mom for that story. YOU WIN!!!! :-)Bekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02421106490759593190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145753526138300172006-04-22T17:52:00.000-07:002006-04-22T17:52:00.000-07:00I am so unbelievably spoiled. I have stayed at on...I am so unbelievably spoiled. I have stayed at one sketchy hotel and it was a palace compared to these. We finally went on our honeymoon 7, years after we were married, and planned out a trip to Disneyworld. We decided to save on hotels so we stayed in Kissimmee (motto: "We wish we were Reno") at a hotel that I had researched and looked nice--cont. breakfast, tram to the parks, nice.<BR/><BR/>1. It was next door to a freak museum. (Not on the website)<BR/>2. It had no pillows.<BR/>3. It had no alarm clock<BR/>4. The "tram" was the city bus.<BR/><BR/>We stayed there the first night because it was so late, and when W saw my face the next morning as I was trying to act brave (some of you have seen this face--it is not a very good simulation) he checked us out, went to the guest services on Main Street at the Magic Kingdom, and booked us into a Disney Property. I felt loved down to my toes. <BR/>Plus, Disney properties get access to Japanese tv, which is THE BEST.La Yenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15044092297673361855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145746345357658962006-04-22T15:52:00.000-07:002006-04-22T15:52:00.000-07:00Becca,In the first story, it was my brother Mark a...Becca,<BR/><BR/>In the first story, it was my brother Mark and I that came up with the more accurate moniker for the motel, and in the second, it was Carson (who was just a baby) who caused the mess in the back seat that required us to pull off the road...<BR/><BR/>I forwarded your story link to my mom, who I guess has not set up a Blogger account (I'll work on that), but in the mean time, she asked me to post this: <BR/><BR/>Rebecca, I am not sure you remember me, but I am "Tablogger's" mom -- - I have never successfully posted on a blog, but I just have to try - have just picked myself up from ROFL & feel impressed to tell 'the rest of the story' about what we refer to as "El Roacho" Motel from that memorable trip. It was a summer night, and the air did not cool after dark as it does in the Bay Area, so, since the room was not air conditioned, we had to leave the room's door open for ventilation - there was a screen door, but, unfortunately, the holes in it let in mosquitoes all night. Because we were trying to keep the little ones from fully waking up, we left the lights off and settled into the room in the dark, aided only by a 15-watt bulb turned on in the bathroom. The hotel was nice enough to provide a crib for the baby (Carson), but after I cleaned the mess off him and put him down, so we could unload the car, the crib frame gave way under the mattress and fell through to the floor, so my husband & I had to sleep in a double bed with him between us all night. Additionally, we had to pull the sheepskin carseat cover (the really thick nice kind! - we spared no expense in those days) off the baby's carseat and put it into the shower floor to clean the yuck off it - it was not until the next morning that we discovered the mold in the entire floor of the shower that was now added to the recycled chocolate-covered raisins on the sheepskin. Lastly, Chris fared best of all (although in modern times, we probably would have been arrested for what we did) -- since there was only one other double bed in the room (for Drew and Mark to sleep on), and since Chris was fully ten years old, we let him sleep on the mattress in the back of the Suburban with the windows rolled up to keep the mosquitoes off him. Of course, we had the door to our room open, and he was only ten feet away from us, so what was the big deal? As you can see, none of us has ever forgotten this experience, so expect to hear your story recounted in Lauren's blog one day.Tabloggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04073656186893527011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145733793433290732006-04-22T12:23:00.000-07:002006-04-22T12:23:00.000-07:00That is the best Mexican Train story I have ever h...That is the best Mexican Train story I have ever heard. I love your sweet daughter--instead of complaining she's looking for solutions. Smart girl. <BR/><BR/>Can't wait for installment #2.dalenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13414972890937798371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145731014727182562006-04-22T11:36:00.000-07:002006-04-22T11:36:00.000-07:00Tracy,If I can make YOU laught this week, it is wo...Tracy,<BR/><BR/>If I can make YOU laught this week, it is worth it. I know it stinks to be pregnant, but at least you aren't pregnant in THAT room,eh?<BR/><BR/>Come on baby......Bekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02421106490759593190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145717990643147172006-04-22T07:59:00.000-07:002006-04-22T07:59:00.000-07:00Talk about the makings for a book, followed by a m...Talk about the makings for a book, followed by a movie. This story is truly a gem. <BR/><BR/>I can only imagine that the owner of the motel de muerte has been pulling this scam for years now. <BR/><BR/>Your kids were very resiliant in less than pleasant circumstances.<BR/><BR/>I can't wait to read more of the story.Lylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03260672421125052182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145682031748487042006-04-21T22:00:00.000-07:002006-04-21T22:00:00.000-07:00That is the part that is SO SAD to me. Why did I s...That is the part that is SO SAD to me. Why did I subject my kids to that? SeriouslyBekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02421106490759593190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145678059329544192006-04-21T20:54:00.000-07:002006-04-21T20:54:00.000-07:00My favorite part of that story was your little gir...My favorite part of that story was your little girl telling you to put your shirt over your mouth and smell your own breath. Hilarious!More Caffiene, Pleasehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06700980008836722108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145677456872282622006-04-21T20:44:00.000-07:002006-04-21T20:44:00.000-07:00Chris...that is the best story EVER!!!!! Which bro...Chris...that is the best story EVER!!!!! Which brother? Glad you are doing better BTW..I have been following the progress on your blog....<BR/><BR/>The one thing that I didn't actually see was roaches. I am sure they were guarding the dead body.Bekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02421106490759593190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145677174500358052006-04-21T20:39:00.000-07:002006-04-21T20:39:00.000-07:00Becca, I don't know what is funnier - your actual ...Becca, I don't know what is funnier - your actual story or the fact that probably most of us have had a similar experience at a similarly sketchy motel. As a result of too many such experiences growing up, I no longer stay at any place of lodging that is not either a well-known national brand or a place that someone else has personally recommended to me.<BR/><BR/>Once, when my brother and I were probably 8 and 10, we took a road trip with my grandparents, who were both notoriously frugal. When we stopped at "Matt's El Rancho Motel" near the California-Oregon border, that should have been a dead giveaway that we were in for a treat (why does someone named Matt who lives in the pine trees near the California-Oregon border decide to give his motel a Mexican name?). Sure enough, this was the kind of place where the roaches would scatter as you turned on the lights, making the floor or the bedspread or wherever else they might have been congregating just prior to your opening the door appear to shimmer for a moment as your eyes were adjusting to the light. My brother and I nicknamed it "El Roacho" after that.<BR/><BR/>Then, to make matters worse, a few months later, our whole family was making the same road trip and JUST as we passed the exit for "Matt's El Rancho Motel", Mark and I both said together, "Phew! It's a good thing we don't have to stay <I>there</I> for the night. That place is disgusting!" Not two minutes later, our youngest brother lost his entire meal all over the back seat, making the Suburban completely uninhabitable for the next 12 hours or so. And wouldn't you know - once we pulled off the road, the only place with any vacancy was....Matt's El Rancho.Tabloggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04073656186893527011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830417.post-1145676204096695152006-04-21T20:23:00.000-07:002006-04-21T20:23:00.000-07:00Oh my goodness Bek, that was only day 1???? This ...Oh my goodness Bek, that was only day 1???? This is going to be good. I just know it. <BR/><BR/>And I KNOW Chinese people, believe me, they were ALWAYS there.<BR/><BR/>Maybe the next post could include "I'm really not a professional blogger, but I DID stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night. . ."wendysuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972358449380700170noreply@blogger.com