Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Thelma and Louise/Lucy and Ethel

That's what Caskey calls us. I call her my best friend. I truly cannot live without her in my daily life. We make at least 4 phone calls a day to each other, each one interrupted with a string of "can't you see I'm on the phone, don't hit your sister, yes you have to eat ALL of your dinner" and various other motherly sayings. But in between all that parenting we triumph in each other's successes, give advice when we have problems, and become angered and hurt for the other on bad days. We talk about everything, well almost everything, some things are better left between husband and wife. And we know that each of us tells our husbands everything. Regardless of how important we are in each other's lives, our husbands come first. In fact, half of our phone calls end in, "My husband is home/just called I have to go". The other half end in "Oh no, what happened, (to a child) I have to go."

We have been on many adventures in our life together. We met in AP Biology. She says its my fault she didn't get an A in the class and I believe her. I only passed the class with a D. We would spend that early morning class not-reading the text book, enjoying our breakfast, and writing notes to each other about our day - much as we do now. Then when we had a lab to do, we buckled down and got it done. But the next day it was back to eating and socializing, when we were supposed to be studying diligently. We once saw two little old ladies walking down Honolulu Boulevard hand-in-hand putting money in the meter. We laughed about how that would be us one day. Once we were widowed we would move in together, counting our change, hand-in-hand.

She introduced me to sleeping out at The Rose Parade, and incidently, my husband, in 1994. We drove around in her scary Pinto (remember, they were known for blowing up when rear-ended). Once we made a right turn when my passenger side door flew open. We were both giggling hysterically while I tried to close the door. Thank goodness my mother taught me to wear a seatbelt. I threw her a surprise 18th birthday party where the goal was to stay up all night and humiliate her. I blind-folded her and made her sing "I'm a Little Tea Pot", then later that evening we went to the all-night drug store to buy every maxi-pad and depend available. I have the pictures to remember the whole thing.

After high school we went on a trip to the Grand Canyon. It wasn't very extravagant, or well planned, but it was fabulous. We had flown to AZ to visit my father. He let us borrow his brand new truck and drive to the Grand Canyon, but we were only supposed to be gone overnight. It was a five hour drive from Phoenix to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. I can remember a lot of interesting parts of the trip. We left with just about $300 in our pocket, my father's gas card, a change of clothes, one pair of pants, and a cooler of snacks. It was near 100 degrees in Phoenix, but it was freezing in the North Rim. To save money we stayed in a tent/cabin; a round tent that slept up to 12 people, no electricity or running water. By morning Melanie and I were in the same bed just trying to stay warm. It had gotten so cold overnight. Again, to save money we ordered one meal at the fancy restaurant at the rim and shared it. I believe I got the mashed potatoes and Melanie had the fish. We both had lots of bread and water. But we got to see the sun rise over the Grand Canyon, we stood about 15-feet from deer and other wildlife in the early morning. And we had quite a few driving adventures, like when we discovered that the Indian Reservation didn't have a gas station, road construction on a two-lane road means sitting in your car parked for 45 minutes in the middle of nowhere (thank goodness for snacks), and that gas in $1 more per gallon at the Rim.

In our parenthood our antics have become safer, sort of. Caskey still thinks we are crazy and he worries when we are off on one of our projects or adventures. But he knows we are both smart and where my knowledge ends, hers begins, and visa versa. We bought a twin size mattress for Lainy Ann when she was 18-months old. I was pregnant (and nesting) and couldn't wait for Caskey to help, nor wanted to pay the $50 delivery fee. But we forgot rope. So we loaded it in her truck and drove *very* slowly home, normally a 10 minute drive took 30 minutes with me driving behind her. But we got it done. Then we went to Oregon for two weeks. But you can read about that two-week trip here and the grasshopper incident. Its clear we still haven't grown out of the giggling stage.

Then we took an impromptu trip to Long Beach one weekend. I think I was mad at Caskey and needed a breather. So in the matter of hours we packed up our (then) three kids and went to Long Beach for the night. We drove through bumper to bumper Friday evening traffic for 2 hours with no reservations. Then when we got near the Long Beach Aquarium we randomly drove around checking hotel availability and pricing. We ended up finding a wonderful little hotel right on the water with a huge grassy lawn. The bathroom floors were even heated. It couldn't have been planned better. The five of us spent the night, then walked to a park and played in the water. We had a great day at the Long Beach Aquarium and headed home. It was just the break that we both needed. And the kids had a great time as well.

But right now we are running off to buy a full-size freezer at eight o'clock at night. We have worked all day wrangling kids, cleaning the house, you know, mom-stuff. But we have decided to save a few bucks by buying a clearance freezer for my house so we can save a few bucks by buying food at Costco. I'm 33 weeks pregnant (and nesting) and she is 39 weeks pregnant (with contractions). We have each feed, cleaned, and pajamaed our respective three children (a total of 6) into bed. Our husbands will be watching them while we drive to Sears to purchase a floor model freezer.

I don't know. I never saw the movie "Thelma and Louise". I would rather think of us go-getters.

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