You may call me: Multi Faceted.

Yoink! Too Late: SOLD

 

 

I have a terrible time writing quick bios, resumes, and generally telling people what I do. Honestly, where do I begin? I do a little bit of everything. 

I've been to school twice, I've changed careers three times, and I own my own business. You'd think I'd be tired (oh, I am) and not be able to try another project (I just can't stop myself).

Having a business and an art degree doesn't leave a lot of time for large pieces of art to be made, but I've somehow found some time to make a few things. I convinced myself if I had a shop to sell them in, I would be more motivated to finish art projects in a timely matter. Well... maybe not timely, but finished none the less.

So I set up my Etsy shop and put the two best items in. There you go.

So, go check it out... but we warned... I've already sold the bracelet... that I had to pry out of my sister's hand, she wanted to keep it so badly.  SkaDOOSH! (I guess I better take it off now).

More stuff to come at: RE-Loved

You'll find me in the Inglenook

You know,  I don't really have a fireplace to curl up by, but that's not going to keep me away from my inglenook. That's because I've named my new birthday present Ingle. 

I debated for weeks on whether to go for the Nook by Barnes and Noble or the Kindle by Amazon. They both have great features listed on the the website, and When I went to Target to pick up the Kindle, it felt good in my hand. At least I think so, I had to brace myself against the floor and pull to release the anti theft cord thingy enough so I could actually get a damn look at the thing.  Then they didn't actually have a working one so you could play with it outside of the demo. I was disappointed in that, but after picking up the Nook, I still liked the feel of the Kindle better. I was already to buy the Kindle, too. 

That is until, the Czarina of Saarisburg informed me, "I'm getting a Nook!"  Her reasons were that she could check out library books on a Nook.  You can also share books (for a limited time) that you buy with your friend on a Nook.  That had me sold. To me part of the joy of reading is passing the book along to someone else to enjoy!

The two of us hatched up a great plan, my nephew's school sells Gift Certificates for Scrip (it's complicated, but its a fundraiser basically) and we could get B&N gift cards. YES! Let's gently maim two birds with one lightly padded rock!  We waltz into the school office with cash in hand, enough for two Nooks and ask for the GC. One problem... they only have 2 - $25 left and the rest are all $10s..... 24 gift cards later we waltz (RUN more likely) home to order them online! 

Kylie gets home first and tries it out! She calls in a panic! We can only use 3 cards at a time online! Drat! A few phone calls later and a last minute late night run to Mankato (an hour away) we have our Nooks in hand. The gal told Kylie "We take what ever you have to pay us with and we have plenty of them in stock, so if you came into the store you can walk out with it Today. We close at 9."

We giggled as I had to run each and every GC myself in their card reader, but every single one was accepted.  

I wasn't sure when I got home how I would like reading from an eReader. I was used to buying books at library book sales and garage sales. We passed around books like we passed the pepper at dinner.  After I got used to the ins and outs, and finding out you could name the thing (mine is Ingle) I have read more in the last month than I have in the last 6 months. The book is always there, it always fits in my purse, and I always remember what the cover looks like. If I finish the book and want to read the sequel, I download it and keep reading, no looking at the library, or the poor excuse for book selection we have in town. 

My thoughts, so far so good. I'd like to see a few improvements in the speed of page turning, and the web browser is pretty much useless. It takes so long for the screen to respond you could running the local library, use their free computers, and get the information you need by the time you are done typingi in the web address.... but that's what I have a lap top for. This thing is for reading books, and in that respect, I am pleased with it!

Plus now I can show it off in book club. 

The Privaledge of Royalty

"As decreed by the Cucumber!" Watercolor - Queen of Howktown adapted from
Coloring book shared with a 5 year old.

As Queen of Howktown, one of my favorite duties is the decree. I find it quite fullfilling to make announcements and then sign off 'as decreed by _____'. It makes me silly happy.

Why, just last week I brought in a big ol' bowl of watermelon to work and decreed that it was for one and all! Though, actually,  I took a picture that I had colored (with my niece) of a cucumber dressed up as king and had him decree it. It was his turn.

Anyhow. It got me in the mood to declare a few more things that I feel need to be mentioned. For example, I decided that the Czarina of Saarisburg Totally Wears Hats. Why? Well, you know the Target Ad? The one where she decides she totally wears hats? That's what Kylie and I did at Target before we even saw that ad... with the SAME HAT that is in the commercial.  She totally wears hats. I totally wear hats. In fact, I decree that on October 2nd... WE ALL totally wear hats.





I have also decided it is The Year of Hotel Stays, Iowa Road Trips = Tornadoes, and Almonds are Awesome. (I think I might make Oct 1st Grey Goose Martini Appreciation Day, as well)

Have a nice TRIP!

Source: Here

So there is this rumor going around that I, The Queen of Howktown, am... less than graceful. I have always fought this idea. Things just... happen to me. I swear!

Just the other day, as I was lightly jogging across the soft grassy soccer fields in my dress pants and frilly black pumps, racing to get a photo for the newspaper before the light was lost for the evening, my right leg decided to twist and I subsequently did a wonderful ballerina like spin and fall onto the turf! It was a graceful fall that had me on my ass in 2.5 seconds, though it felt as though it was 30 minutes of falling.  Don't worry, the pictures were taken and I got three in the paper that night.

While I was at the chiropractor's office the next day demonstrating my latest and greatest dance move, complete with a quick little jogging demonstration (yes, I actually re-enacted the jogging in the Dr. office, she needed the whole picture!) the good doctor started giggling!

"What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing... well, you. You're always having these accidents. I was just remembering the bike tires..."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot about those"
"Both of them blowing with in 20 minutes, scaring Amy (Age 4) from riding bikes"

Yes, that was funny. I decided to go on a bike ride with my sister and niece and my tire needed a little air. The tire looked a little dry and cracked, but I thought it was okay. I filled up the tires and went on my way... for about five seconds when my back tire blew. We called my dad to come pick me up and haul the bike home, when as we were lifting the bike into the truck, the front tire blew in my hands and rubber whipped my legs with the force of 65ppi escaping as fast as it can. Hilarious.

Being reminded of my 'accidents' gets me simultaneously riled up with indignation and hysterically laughing at the fixes I get myself in. The most famous being shutting my foot in the trunk of my car... with a box in my hand and being unable to move for 3 minutes.  Yes, the tip of my foot, mostly my shoe, was caught in the lid of the truck as I slammed it down getting a heavy item from the trunk. I was using my legs to lift goshdarnit! That's what you're supposed to do! Sheesh.

I asked two my best friends this last weekend if they agreed with this Odd Accident Prone status. It's not everyday accident prone, or even clumsy, klutzy, or sloppy. Odd accidents with luckily no serious injury happen to me. Like the time I got stuck in the turnstile at the train station. That was bad timing to be sure. Walking closely behind my friend, already part way into the turn, I put my fare card in, walked forward, took the card out before the turnstile was activated for 'my turn' and it locked me one leg in, one leg out, unable to go backward or forward until I re-inserted my card. Luckily I only bruised my pride, and didn't lose a fare.. but we did miss the train we were trying to catch and had to wait for the next.

My friends, just laughed and said yes. They didn't offer up and evidence mind you, just flat out agreed. They couldn't keep track of the dropping of ice cream pints on my feet in stores, tossing pencils in the air and having them land literally IN my hand (I still have the lead mark to prove it... 8 years later), hitting my head on various parts of my car, or other peoples bumpers, or office furniture attacking me.

Even so, I still contest it is because I'm "accident prone" or "graceless", I think I just attract amusing situations. That's it.

Now watch your head, that ceiling is a dosey.


UPDATE: I recently remembered the day I punched myself in the face when I sneezed.  What do you remember?

Return of the Cake

Remember when I went gaga for chocolate cake?

Well, JoJo decided for her birthday she wanted to get some of that cake. She didn't say it that way at first. First she said, "Let's go to Spoonriver".  To which i replied in song "Spppoooonnn riiiiiiveeerrrr, where the chocolate cake is sooo divviiiiineeee. I'll make you all minnne"

Then she said, "I'm getting my own this time."

That's a great idea we all thought. So we all got the chocolate cake. This time it came with a mango sorbet, which was also delicious... though I think the blueberry may have been better.

There were nine of us there and we all extolled the virtues of the cake... and the the two who decided to be rebels and order something different soon wished for a small taste of what we had in front of us.

But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. We first had dinner. I choose to go for something different this time. And went for the crab salad in a avocado. Very light and refreshing. It went well with my Moroccan Mojito and saved plenty of room for chocolate cake!

We then hoofed on over to the Guthrie and made sure to catch a view of the city from their observation deck.

Considering it was 1000° and humid we didn't stay up there too long and we headed back to Jo's patio.

Somehow Jo and I ended up being up until 5 am without even realizing it. Too bad I had to get up early to head home for a Howk Family Reunion... Not So Much.

I made it, but it wasn't pretty.

Happy Bday to my BFF Jo and thanks again for letting us have our cake and eat it, too!

Oh, and I just want to mention that I have worn a dress at least 3 times this summer (each one different), something girly is happening to me.

Nightlife in Saarisburg

Welcome back to the wonderful land we call Saarisburg. In this episode, we will investigate the nightlife of the area's most celebrity family, the Saaris.

In your mind, see visions of bright lights and groggy mornings. In fact, here is a recent example, right down to the minute:

10:30 p.m. — Czar and Czarina of Saarisburg agree to call it a night. This triggers a sometimes aggravating response in the Czar. I call it, talking time. Despite the light-blocking eye mask firmly around the head of the Czarina, the Czar yammers away, asking such urgent questions as, "What you would do with $100,000" and commentary, such as "my finger hurts."

11:30 p.m. — After nearly an hour, Czarina convinces him it is time to cash out, and does so accordingly.

12:58 a.m. — A random alarm set on Czar's watch begins its incessant beeping. After waking the sedated Czar, he fumbles around until he finally gets the thing turned off.

1:49 a.m. — Czarina is awoken by a stomping and whining child, who needs her sheets changed. Nothing to blame her for, happens to the best of us. Child insists overhead lights must be turned on during sheet/pajama changing.

1:53 a.m. — Child returned to bed, Czarina returns to bed.

2:10 a.m. — Child comes stomping into bedroom, mad as a hornet she is expected to sleep in her own bed. After more stomping, Czarina convinces child to lay down on the floor — no, not in my bed — on the floor. Yes, on the floor or in her bed.

2:10 — 3:06 a.m. — Trying in vain to return to sleep after the stomping incident of earlier. Can't get country western song, "Riding the Navajo Trail" out of her head, Czarina vows to throw out the western CD given to boy-child by well meaning grandparents.

6 a.m. — Child wakes, realizing she is in Czarina'a room, she decides everyone should be awake.

The day begins.

Total sleeping time: 3.5 hours.

Total time trying to sleep 8 hours.

Join us for another fascinating look inside the life of the Czarina of Saarisburg, next time, at the Rubdown in Howktown.

Bwhahahaha

Well, it turns out I have successfully inflicted the younger one with macitits. It's true. I have donated all my used Mac computers to the cause.  I've donated equally on the either side of sisterdom, and today as I sit using my kid sister's sparkling new iMac, my fingers typing gleefully at it's tiny keyboard, I know my job is done....

"Did you know this thing can take pictures of me?"

Indeed... in fact let's try it out. Hold on a sec.

Yup. It's true. It will take pictures of us if we aren't too careful. Neat huh.
Now, she claims this is for business purposes. I'm so sure, just because she is a writer and needs something to write on. Whatev. I think it's because she wants to be as cool as her big sister.

Well, maybe she's killing two birds with one stone.  Anywho, you can see that she and I are both staying very productive taking pictures and picking out new blog backgrounds all in the name of our professional careers.

There will be a new header sometime soon, too. Though I've been saying that for months now.

Oh wait, I was going to tell you about the tornados. They blew.

Them's the haps, peeps.

The Right Now

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Photo By Michael Roeder - The Right Now

Bazing!

In my second tornado chasing weekend in a row, The Queen of Howktown pops in on old friends from Chi-town and left with few more friends and a different impression of Iowa. Mostly, don't go there unless my profession is officially changed to tornado chaser.

Update to come, so stay tuned!

Conference of Awesome Wrap Up

The Weekend of Awesome is in full force and it is only lunch time, yet I still have not acquired pants. Considering Southdale was next to where we had lunch, we decided to quick run in, get me some pants and go on with our day.

Macy's was the first store we saw, and we noticed they were having a big sale, so we buzzed in for a quick look... Let's just say the look was not quick and it wasn't until we visited 5 other departments that we made it to the pants.  We tried everything from undergarments, swimsuits, shoes, and trenchcoats on before we even looked at them, in fact.

I had been looking for a new rain jacket, preferably blue, for a while now, and was excited to see the one that I had tentatively picked out on line on clearance at the store. BAZING!

By the time we got the pants, it was practically a grab and go situation. I ended up with some indigo blue Ralph Lauren jeans... which in normal circumstances I would have rolled my eyes at, but my sisters were helping my find things and the sales lady just LOVED "LARRRENNN" and forced her to bring them to me. The didn't look too bad... and they were $19... so BAZING! Pants. It's about dang time, too!

Finally! On to bigger and better things like DINNER!

We each had a different ginger ale or lemonade! Tasty!

The next day, Sara led us in water aerobics at the pool, then we relaxed:

We eventually had to leave, but not before stopping at Sara's on our way out of town for a last minute lay about in the grass enjoying iced tea:

(You may notice that enjoying various types of beverages is integral to my relaxation. Tea, gingerale, lemonade, water, martinis, coffee... it's all good)

All in all I came away with some very important information from this Conference:

My sisters are AWESOME:

The Case of The Missing Pants (Conference of Awesome Part 2)

Did I mention that I got up at 5am, donned my walk/running clothes and jumped into the car and sped down the road on my way to fantastic weekend with my sisters??? I think I may have remembered that part... how about the part where I forgot my suitcase with all my clothes? Oh, and I was on a schedule because I had to be at Sara's by 7:30am at the latest?

I had just enough time to to turn back grab my suitcase and head out again, and then as I was barreling down the road listening to Pomplamoose and Michael Jackson it occurred to me, that maybe, just maybe I had forgotten my pants. 

I wasn't sure.

I remember taking my jeans out of the suitcase because I noticed they were dirty, but I didn't remember putting a clean pair in.  Well, too late now... it would have to be a pants free weekend. After the 5K we were planning on lounging around the hotel... swimming, frequenting the hotel bar, and girl talking... who needs pants!

Until my dad called and said he was going to be in the area (on the same street actually) and had about an hour to kill... Did we want to get lunch?

Of course we did. So we rush back to the hotel, clean up, discover that I did indeed forget pants, that I can borrow a pair from Kylie, that we'll have to go shopping after lunch, and discover Kylie actually irons her t-shirts.  Naturally, we made her iron ours, too.

Things that we learned at lunch:

• Ironed t-shirts are pretty nice to wear
• Art Supply stores are neat
• My dad loves The Container Store
• It's easy to get a song stuck in Kylie's head
• Sock Monkeys can save the day
• Sara carries a pocketknife at all times... just like my dad
• I throw the mash down on a banana... with my fist

The next question is... Will I ever Get Pants? Stay tuned to find out.

The Rubdown in Howktown Conference of Awesome

It started out simple enough.  I was just going to stop by Ingvaldia to hang out with my sis... that is until she remembered that she also had asked the Czarina of Saarisburg to walk a 5k with her that very same morning... only she didn't remember until I told Kylie that I was going to Sara's and she asked if I was doing the 5k with them...

That's when things started to stir in my brain. "Wait a sec... there is no reason we couldn't make this all work..."  So I agreed to walk the 5k with my sisters... little did they know (or I know) what this last weekend would evolve into.


Two days before the weekend. I email Sara this:

Then I announce the The Rubdown in Howktown Conference of Awesome!

The goal of the conference is to do things together as sisters that we each like to do and share in the experience. Plus to make it extra awesome, we are not allowed to whine, complain, or otherwise talk about things that aren't awesome. Plus we have to use the word Awesome as much as possible!

Let me tell you... my weekend... was AWESOME! 

The fancy frenchy name hotel wasn't even the beginning of it. It was how I bribed them to go along with my awesome plans! I got up at 5am to drive to  Ingvaldia to pick up my sisters and then off Minneapolis to walk 3 miles at 9 Am. Do I need to mention that Pomplamoose, Michael Jackson, and bobbing my head back and forth to the music was the first awesome thing of the day?  I didn't think so (well, actually there is some debate about that, because my sisters thing the first awesome thing of the day was me forgetting to bring pants... but that's another part of the story)!

We arrived at the starting line just in time for the race.  Here are some awesome things that happened at the race:  

• Perfect parking spot at the finish line
• Awesome weather
• We walked around Lake Calhoun
• Sara made mini egg bakes in muffin cups
• We all put our team name as The Rubdown in Howktown
• In the name of awesome we all went our own pace
• I decided to walk to a podcast of 'Wait Wait Don't Tell Me'
• My walk took the exact same time as the podcast
• I beat my old time by almost 10 minutes
• The weekend had only just begun!

As we are leaving the race area, we are surprised by another awesome thing:

We are about to have lunch with our Dad!

And Sara tries to teach us a trick about a perfect smile for the camera... 

Stay tuned as the Weekend of Awesome Continues!

i do not like to fish.
i do not like to camp.

i may have PTSD.

Look Out, Howktown, I've got some plans...

Heya folks, I've got to warn you, it's the least I can do. See that 'look' in my eyes? That means I've devious plans coming up and I'm excited to execute them. Bwahh haha haha aha hahaha! However, I can't reveal what they are, exactly, I can maybe only allude. 

Guess what garage sale season is here.

In fact, I've already assisted by Jo Jo Potato in her first garage sale in her own personal garage this season. We took advantage of the warm spring weather (and its a good thing we did because this month has been annoyingly cold) and put out a few things.  Since that time I've been to several more sales around Howktown including the city wide sales.  Where I found such gems as this:

 I wonder what I could do with something like that.  If only I knew someone who liked fishing and camping a lot. I bet they would love something like this. They could put it on their kitchen table and then I could get them matching plates and dinnerware to match.  I think I know just the person. 

I plan to take full advantage of the sales this year, if not for tormenting someone with pictures of fish items, then perhaps for finding the weird things people try to sell. It should make for an interesting summer!

Amy's weekend with Aunt Sara

April 2010
Supper: spaghetti and a lesson on making rubbings.


Morning hair, breakfast pizza, and a "good morning" call home.


A little morning worm hunting with Grandma and Aunt Sara.



Taking Aunt Sara's Godbaby Kate to her first garage sales.

Good Thing I cleaned out the trunk.


A nice dinner to round out the day.

What's with this wind anyway?

Every year we attempt it. Be it Easter or Mother's Day, if it's not raining, we go out and try to fly a kite.

The Queen Mother of Howktown loves flying kites. She goes to kite flying festivals. To her it is... well I don't actually know precisely what it is to her, I'll have to ask her next year. I just know that she loves it.

I think this year, she thought she might be out of luck. We didn't have a big holiday get together, the grand kids weren't there, and it didn't look like there was going to be much wind (a shock for this area).

Never fear, mother! For though I may be a lazy child, I am not ungrateful! I will help you fly your kite!

Our attempts nearly failed to the point my mother would shake her head and start to walk back home!

"Nay!" I say " I will get this cloth in the air! Let me just adjust... er Re-tie, Yes! That should do it" I did that about four times.

But, by golly, we got it up.

Happy Spring, Mother.

Morning Views

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Originally uploaded by Higgety

I see this on sunny mornings in Howktown. It makes me happy. Also, it reminds me of countless still lifes that I had to study/draw in art school.

Always I would wonder what stirred the artist to want to draw a tube of lipstick or a pear. When I see this in the morning, I get it.

Nun Yums, Yum nuns, or Onions

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Originally uploaded by Higgety
I lovva me onions.

Also, I took this picture at the Mpls farmer's market and just looking at it is making me crave veggies and summer.

Howktown plans on using more photos on this blog. Actually, we plan on re-instating photography as the national hobby... seeing as it used be our occupation, but kind of was set aside and ignored while we pursued other business. It's a shame really, cause taking photos is fun. Plus everyone seems to be doing it these days, so I better get back at it so I can say things like. "I was annoying wait staff with my photography while you were still watching Melrose Place... er the Original one!"

Or something.

Anyway. Hope you like my onions. I sure do.

Now that I'm a millionaire...

It turns out that the humanitarian efforts put forth by Howktown have not gone unnoticed.  My concentrated effort to make sure that chocolate is recognized as SUPER. My new "Chocolate and French Fry" diet plan for depression. My reliance on STREET SMARTS, because history is just DUMB... it has paid off... FINIALLY!

I didn't even see this coming, but this morning I got the email.

Sheikh Mahmoud Alzammar made you a beneficiary in his WILL. He left the sum of Three Million, and twenty-five thousand British Pounds (£3, 025, 000) to you in the Codicil and last testament to his WILL. According to him, this money is to support your humanitarian/ medical help/ orphanage activities and to help the poor and the needy in our society.

I knew it! The Sheikh and  I go way back. Yeah back when Dave (that's what I call him for short) were hangin' on the outskirts of the Emmerites talking about what we'd like seen changed in the world, he really identified with my western sense of French Fry importance. I'm really not surprised that he remembered me, but to this extent.. I'm flabbergasted.

I decided I should probably get some better plates to eat my fries and chocolate on, so I started spending the inheritance already. I'm sure once my check clears for transaction fees of $200,000 (a small fee considering the 3M I'm  getting in return) I'll start seeing the checks rolling in and these plates will be covering my dinning room table.

I've just got this one for now... but rest assured. It's getting all presidential here in Howktown.

The man who lives in Ingvaldia has many handles:

uncle burrito
uncle bee-due
uncle bandito

bee-due (by me)

the latest and greatest:

funkle bee-due.

the infamous SPAM cookoff.

straight from Ingvaldia.

I am laying on my side, my top leg at an angle, my arms all tangle in wierd configurations.I look over and say, "oh hey, I haven't seen you in a while""Hey, How are you! Any plans for your spam campout this year", the response."oh!", says the deep voice from above, "take a deep breath in now, and ouuuut." craaack. "that's a good one. So you're the one with the spam and camping?!

"Yes, Hulking Riley the chiropractic intern, I am the one.
and Yes, Dr. Brad, there are plans for this year.

I knew it!

We here in Howktown have always maintained that chocolate, was a SUPERfood. 
There is no question that at the Howk House, SUPER is the only way to describe chocolate. As I mentioned before, there is no legal definition for that other use of the term Superfood, so it is well within my rights to declare chocolate SUPER.

But get this people, there is science and stuff that is going to back up my claim! Indeed! It has been published in a magazine (what we used to read before the internet, in fact before you said "I read it in on the internet, so it must be true." You said "I read it in a magazine....") that you can eat chocolate to loss weight! SUPER!

You can eat chocolate to reduce stress (Ah Doi!) SUPER!

Chocolate is a fruit (and not in that 'bacon is vegetable' way, it really is!) SUPER!

ON the grocery store my friends. Time for the chocolate diet. Howktown APPROVES!  SUPER!

Not so routine road trips.

This last weekend I decided I needed to venture outside of Howktown. I decided that I would, in  fact, visit Ingvaldia. This should be an easy trip. I practically grew up in the town next to it, and my best friend lived in the same neighborhood when I was in high school.  Plus, I'd made the trip a hundred times before.

I had grand plans of going to Target! Such luxuries are not mine in Howktown, the closest I can get is Walllbelch (I can't even say it). I would take my time getting there, stopping at the Co-Op on the way and be there in plenty of time to make it to the birthday party we planned to attend that night.  Everything was going perfectly when the road I was meant to take was closed.

That's right! Remember the 10 feet of snow we had this winter? Guess what, it's melting. It has to go somewhere, and the river is damn near full, so that means your basement, corn field, or highway... which ever is closer (sometiems all three!).

I called up Sara and asked her if I needed to continue North and swing around and she agreed that I should... but then her husband piped in and offered closer alternative routes. There was arguing going on about topographical features that would result in optimal flood areas, but the hubby's route was assured, so I quickly turned around and tried it.  No luck.  I head back to where I came from and tried the next road, closed.  I sighed and headed northwest towards the next town 10 miles away.

I came across a road that I remembered from childhood being a route that could get me where I wanted and we were far enough from the river that it might actually get me there!  I took and drove... and drove... and became confused by the surroundings. There didn't used to be that there. Where did all these houses come from.  Next I saw the road I wanted to turn onto was now an overpass with no entrance ramp!  DRAT!

In a panic I called Sara and they assured me that I didn't have to turn around and just keep going. On faith I followed their instructions and was delivered to my destination ten minutes later.  WHEW! So much for knowing my surrounding. I can't believe 15 years would make that much of a difference!

Later Sara and I stopped for coffee and noticed a huge crowd at the bridge in town. So naturally, we joined them.

I wasn't the only out of the way road trip we made that weekend, and we made it to the birthday party just in time.