Tucson and everything after.

Hey la familia' how are y'all doin? Well, I'm back from my mighty vaction from the very warm southwest. I really don't know where to start. It was such a wonderful vacation, and I saw so much that I know I'll forget something. I kinda thought of what my vacation blog might be while in Tucson, so here we go! The top 5 things I thought I would never ever do.

5) Being happy to come back to Wiley Fork. The vacation was so great, but leaving a lil' baby cat was not that cool. We missed that lil' fella' something awful, but we had some of the best babysitters take care of Andrew Templeton...thanks Rilo and Lauren.
4) Swim in the Pacific. The high in San Diego when we were there was 78 degrees; therefore, the Pacific was a cool 64 degrees. I realized that when I got in the ocean I was the only one not in a wet suit.
3) Drive through a desert. We drove through some sand dunes and Devil's Gulch desert...our temperature gauge in the car said it was 106 degrees outside. Yes, that is very hot...it's a dry heat my butt.
2) Fly in an airplane. Flying is great...it beats driving. Here is my personal feelings on flying, "You're so high, you just don't care!"
1) Mexican 2-step to a "Selenas" song. Yes, during Alex cousin's wedding I broke it down to the more popular Selena song "Bidi Bidi Bom Bom" and I really don't know what I did 'cause I don't even know what a Mex 2-step is, but I was informed that I did it.

My top five list isn't the only thing that went on in Tucson and A Whale's Vagina, er San Diego. The flights out and back were great and on the way home I came into contact with a complete and utter douche bag. Our flight from Dallas to Louisville was complicated by "that guy" on the plane. This guy was "the guy" who was the loud mouth when boarding the plane that you knew he would want to talk to everyone neighboring his seat. In the first 10 minutes of sitting on the plane, this douche got to know everyone in front and behind him. After we reached flying altitude, the drink cart made way to him and left 4 mini bottles of vodka with him. Upon seeing this idiot w/the alcohol I was very hot because he was sitting in the emergency aisle, and if the worse happened Alex and my life were depending on him. This retard looked like Dennis Leary or William Dafoe and he was wearing a khaki Hawaiian shirt with jhorts. Yes, this man qualifies to be a real "man" of genius. After drinking the vodka on the 2 hour flight, this retard was lit. He managed to talk to some unexpecting chap who informed Mr. Leary that he was going to Utah, and wouldn't you know it, Leary told the chap that he would love it saying, "I lived in Utah for a winter...you'll love it!" Well, he also met some older gals who were goin' to the gambling boats on the river in Ky/IN. He told them this if you can believe it our not, "Oh...you'll love the boats. People in Ky are great and laid back...you'll love it." Apparently we had Carmen Sandiego on board. After we landed in the 'Ville, our baggage took about 35 minutes to come out on the carousel...Mr. Leary was the only person smiling and just looking for another person he could spread his clap to. Thank you Mr. Worldly Man on a Plane.

In Tucson, the food was great...the zoo was cool...the mariachis were the coolest at the wedding. We really didn't stay in San Diego, but we stayed in a small surf town called Encinitas. Encinitas was awesome and I can't wait to go back. Before we left the San Diego area, we ate at a restaurant named "Coco's Bakery and Cafe." This place was probably the best score of the vacation. I ate a lobster and avocado omelet that was the shit times 50. I loved it! I could talk a whole lot more about everything, but we took so many pictures that I'm gonna post the pics and explain them.

For the past two day here on the Fork, I had one of my best friends visit us here in Knott County. Mr. Aaron Epperson made the trek to Wiley Fork for a two day visit. The visit was great and Aaron enjoyed himself here at the Fork. We decided that if we could talk Aaron in to staying we just let him live with us, but he declined. The two days consisted of a lot of references to the greatest apartment on Spangler Drive, the one we lived in. Well, this blog is too long...peace out!