Home BackThis is Heather Fogle with another rip-roaring update on life, coming at you from the backseat of my very own car somewhere in the boondocks of Illinois at about two in the morning. You may ask why I am in the backseat of my own car, well after a series of mild heart attacks on the part of my mother and my younger brother claiming that 17 is simply too young of an age to die my driving privileges were revoked. I still maintain that I am a great driver, to be truthful my interstate driving could use a little brushing up on but I really have not driven on the interstate in almost a year. I am still upset about being forced into the backseat of my own car!
My mother and younger brother, Jon, and I are on our way to Cape Girardeau Missouri to visit my grandmother, on my mother’s side. While I have definitely been jonesing to get out of Muncie since Jason left for Iraq I was hesitant to take this trip, especially with the current company.
While I love my mother and brother dearly, I simply can’t stand them for extended periods of time and by extended periods of time I mean anything more than our Sunday night mandatory family dinner which, normally, does not last more than an hour. Imagine my utter horror to think of being in the same car as both mother and brother for six hours.
So far we are on hour 4 and we have already battled over the radio, I REFUSE to listen to the crap my brother calls music, who gets backseat, shotgun and driver. After my supposedly disastrous two hours in the drivers seat I was forced into the backseat because evidently I am the only person in my family who does not get car sick, although listening to what is on the radio at the moment I am about to develop a serious case of car sickness and hurl all over my brother, juvenile I know but if you knew the kid you would probly be right next to me puking your guts out on him.
Why is it so early in the morning you might ask? Well my brother insisted on playing in a tennis tournament this afternoon and insisted on winning and then insisted we wait on him. We didn’t even leave the house until well after nine at night.
I had planned on publishing this once we got to my grandmother’s house but I just found out that she has no Internet, which seriously put a damper on my supposedly fun vacation. And as I speak my fragile car is falling apart. The air conditioning has gone caput and my little baby is barely pulling the speed limit of 65 mph. Why did I think my poor little baby could make the 400-mile journey? I fear I might not have a working vehicle when I get back from this trip, which now appears to be a trip to Hades instead of a trip to grandma’s house. I now find myself wondering why I left my house in Muncie. I had the Internet, cable television, and air conditioning. I plead temporary insanity, any buyers?
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