WE FLEW BACK FROM NEVADA, AND BOY ARE MY ARMS TIRED!

Well folks, it’s been a few weeks now since I’ve blogged. In all honesty, I was dreading it. Too much typing! I mean, seriously, how can one blog entry explain in detail our trip to Nevada/Arizona where I had a marriage proposal by Spock on Fremont Street, or how excited I was to see that they sell liquor at the Vegas Trader Joe’s, or how our campground in the Grand Canyon was attacked by killer ravens, or how we had a snow-ball fight on the Red Rocks of Sedona, or how we camped in the middle of nowhere 6,000 feet up on a snow-covered mountain where we encountered wolf tracks the next morning right outside our tent. Then how can I explain, after only a few days of being back from our trip, we were hiding in a closet because our area was hit with like 30 tornadoes and our state was declared in an emergency situation in which homes were swept right off their foundations and 3 kids died in a neighborhood not 15 minutes away from mine. I got waaaay too many stories to tell. I’m gonna have to simplify my life, in which the days were much simpler and I only had stories of checking my mailbox in my pj’s and having passersby honk at me.