The Road to Home....

While telling you about my road trip to Montana, I left off somewhere close to Zombieville in Helena, MT.

At the last minute, before the outskirts of Helena disappeared, I decided to make a quick stop and at the very least pick up a cup of cappuccino.

There wasn't much of a selection food wise, but two mustard coated corndogs later I was at least feeling a little less like a zombie and squelching down my guilt of how badly I'd neglected the medical diet I *should have* been on.

(Trust me, corndogs are so *Not* on my diet. Nothing natural about a corndog. lol
And, no, it's not a diet to lose weight, I seem to do that without blinking if I'm not careful. )

So, I have a private, blonde humor joke with myself;

I can tell it's County Fair Time.
My biological clock must be ticking.
I'm craving corndogs!

*laughs because she knows that her fondness for Costco dogs and big fat corndogs turn at least 3 people she knows GREEN*


The weather, who's tail I'd been riding on since Idaho, decided to kick it up a notch and remind me what Montana weather can be like, as if to say "Welcome Home, we've been saving this one for you!"

As soon as I'd gotten the Ark Family loaded back up in the girly-girl SUV, the kids relieved from potty breaks, the clouds rumbled, then let out an angry roar and the rain started to really talk to the ground, hitting the pavement as if it were connected to bungee cords, threatening to turn into more than rain but holding back as if to taunt you and make you wonder what lie ahead.

At this point, most people would run for cover or decide to call it a night. Not me. Cappuccino in hand, I'm ready to roll! I dug through my newly collected stash of cds, but returned to the few old ones I had, found my favorite Santana driving sound track, and loaded it in the cd player.

Windshield wipers in full gear, rocking out to Santana, I'm ready to finish the last of the trek to my parent's home. If the weathers not too bad, it's about a three to four hour drive while the night closes in around me. That shouldn't be too bad. Worse comes to worse, I'll stop for another cappuccino. No sense being good now... lol