Send in the Clowns

That's what I always think of when I see Kearney (pronounced "carnie" like the carnival people), Nebraska.

Jeff, Mom & I left Nevada this morning at about 8:30. We picked Grandma up in Omaha at the airport (she parked her car there) at about 11:30.

Then we trucked it across Nebraska to see Uncle T, Aunt R and Cousin R in Kearney. It was a good place to stop and take a break and it was fantastic to see them again. Jeff & I haven't seen them since Christmas. We got to see their new house (which isn't so new to them but it's the first time we've been there) and we got to meet Violet their new puppy.

Violet is the cutest puppy in the whole entire world. I need to get me a Violet. Or Jeff needs to get me a Violet. She's super soft and funny and likes to give kisses. She's also about as big as my shoe, which made for an interesting time when she tried to carry it around. She was so small Summit didn't even realize she was a dog.

Cousin R really liked Summit. Summit likes all people. She was slightly grumpy because of the whole traveling thing. But she did let Cousin R give her some kisses. And she was meowing very sadly in her carrier as he gave her hugs through the carrier.

Mom, Grandma and I rode together on the next leg, which was an amusing time. I was pressured into flashing Jeff as we passed him and then again at a later time since apparently he missed it the first time.

Also, someone who wishes to remain anonymous misunderstood our conversation about where to eat. I was hoping for a Cracker Barrel since I've been craving chicken & dumplings and okra. When this person was asked if they liked Cracker Barrel, the response was "As long as they have hamburgers!" So we discussed it a bit and decided that since the Cracker Barrel serves family style food they would probably have them. And the person who shall remain nameless wondered why in the world a Mexican restaurant would be serving hamburgers and family style meals like chicken & dumplings. It turns out said person was thinking we were planning on eating at Taco Bell.

Anyway, somehow we managed to miscalculate the amount of time our travels would take us today from Nevada, Iowa to Rawling, Wyoming. It's not 10 hours. Because we've been on the road for 11. And somehow we still have 2 or 3 to go. But I think there will be mountains. Eventually we will actually arrive at our destination at the time we think we will.

And since it's dark in the truck (I'm writing and I'll copy and paste this into the blog later when I have internet access) Mitzie and Summit are especially cuddly. Apparently cats cannot cuddle during the day while riding in 16 foot moving trucks.