The first day of school never gets easier for mom….

I had an eventful weekend exploring more of the area, but today is the first day of school and I can’t really think about anything else. I found a blog post from his first day of 2nd grade. It pretty much says it all, so there’s no need to rewrite:

I remember the first day of preschool like it was yesterday – Jake was not worried at all about being left for a couple of hours. He even told me that he wanted me to go. Kindergarten came and as I watched him get situatied in his classroom, the tears started to come and I thought that surely it would be easier next year. In first grade, I managed to hold back the tears until I got to my car. Surely, next year will not be so hard. Today, I put him on the bus after he insisted that I not take him to school because he is “too big”. Noting the disappointment on his face when he saw a new bus driver and hardly any kids on the bus, I wanted to follow the bus to school and give him another hug before he went in the building. I didn’t. Instead, I’ve been sitting here looking at pictures with a knot in my stomach all morning. I’ve even found a reason to email his teacher and it’s not even 11am yet. I realize now that each year will not get easier. In fact, as he edges his way toward adulthood, it is going to get harder. He’s an only child and I’ve only got one shot at this whole deal. Adding to the emotions is the fact that 8 years ago, it was uncertain that he would ever even go to school…so each milestone is that much more precious. I am greatful though…that I learned so early on to treasure every single moment. As I sit here in this quiet house, counting the time down until the bus comes to drop him off, I am happy for him. He loves school and was looking forward to being with his friends. I just wish it wasn’t so hard to let him grow up.

-September 4, 2007

Weather and Traffic and Cost of Living…oh my!

When we moved here I was warned about three things (usually by people who had never lived here).

The Weather

Yes, it’s hot.  Yes, it’s humid.  But, I grew up spending summers in Phoenix.  I am not fazed by hot.  I know, I know…it’s a dry heat.  I’m here to tell you that when it’s 110, with or without humidiy, it’s just hot.  I wouldn’t hang out in an oven any longer than I would hang out in a sauna. 

Thunderstorms are something that we haven’t experienced in a long time — they remind me of the Arizona monsoon.  And, the rain….when it rains, it pours. I used an umbrella for the first time in 8 years last week.  People are often surprised when I tell them that because of Western Washington’s rainy reputation.  And while the reputation is deserved – it never rains very hard or for very long.  Carrying an umbrella was more of a nuisance than anything. 

I’m looking forward to seasons.  I can’t wait to see the fall colors and I’m actually looking foward to the possibility of snow. 


Traffic sucks.  But, I’ve lived in LA, Phoenix and Seattle, all of which have terrible traffic.  I’ve been in a traffic jam at midnight in LA.  Seattle’s roads are always congested, although the drivers are generally courteous.  Phoenix drivers speed, run red lights and are generally rude.   DC is basically all of the above, except courteous.  Traffic lights and signals appear to be optional and if you are a pedestrian, forgetaboutit.  Cross-walks mean nothing.  But the absolute worst thing is the honking.  People here will honk at you for thinking about putting your brakes on.  The thing is, I have not met many rude people, so I think it’s a temporary condition that occurs only when driving — sort of the way airports can make people temporarity stupid.  Luckily, we don’t have bad commutes — Lloyd takes the train (which has a culture all it’s own) and I don’t have to get onto a freeway to get to work – which is not a coincidence.

Cost of Living

I was told to expect sticker shock here – on everything from housing to food to gas.  My initial reaction is that gas is cheaper and food is comparable.  Housing is expensive, but again, I lived in LA…nothing shocks me.  In fact, we are paying less for the apartment we are in now than we paid in LA 9 years ago – and it is much nicer.  Housing is cheaper the further out you go, but if you go back to point 2, I think it’s a trade-off. 

So, there are no real myths to be busted here, but it’s very easy to pick out the negatives of a place — especially when it’s not what you are used to or not what you prefer.  But, this is a wonderfully liveable city and I hope to be able to share the great parts with you as we discover them. 

P.S.  Contrary to my previous post, I no longer hate the state of Maryland.  Only the MVD.

Groundhog Day

I think that hell must be equivalent to spending a Saturday morning at the Motor Vehicle Dept.  Or two.

Given that August 24th is the last day to register to vote, we decided we needed to get our Maryland driver’s license on Saturday.  We dutifully looked up everything we needed and made the trek to the closest MVD with Saturday hours — which was a good 15 miles away.  We got there around 9:30 am and it was packed.  The first thing they do is put you in a cattle call line where a MVD employee makes sure that you have everything you need before you take a number.  I thought this made perfect sense because I imagine there are a lot of people who aren’t as smart as we are and didn’t bring all of the necessary documentation.  The line went pretty quickly and when it was our turn, we proudly turned over the following:

  • Washington driver’s licence
  • passports
  • social security cards
  • copy of our lease
  • copy of cable installation contract
  • firstborn

Oh, wait…they didn’t actually ask for the firstborn….

The woman says “only Lloyd’s name is on the cable installation contract.  Do you have anything else with Stephanie’s name and address on it?”  Uh….no.  Wait….we have our Washington registration which has my name and our Maryland address on it.  No — that would only work if I had the actual envelope that it came in.  Seriously?  Yes.  Seriously.

So, only Lloyd can get his license.  We decide to go home, get the paper we had received from the electric company showing that we were both responsible for the bill at our current address as of July 29th…which is the date we signed our lease. 

We went to another MVD, 15 miles in another direction, because I could not deal with going to the original one again.  Stood in line again.  Hand over all of our documentation.

This time, the lease is not valid because it doesn’t have our management company’s signature on it.  Oh, and the letter from the electric company will not suffice — only an actual bill.

So we left.  Spent half our day battling pure nonsense — and you wonder why people get frustrated with government.  I get that people try to cheat the system — and apparently Maryland has had a lot of trouble in that area so they have cracked down.  But honestly, it is WAY easier to forge a lease signature than it is to fabricate any of the other citizen documents that we had with us.   And, what frustrated me the most was that the rules had changed from one office to another.  Yes, we probably should have made sure we had a lease that had the management companies signature on the lease (I didn’t even realize it didn’t), but it had our signatures…and those would hold up in a court of law….as would the document saying we are responsible for the electric bill.  It could not have been more obvious that we lived where we claimed to live. 

The kicker came when the woman asked if we had our car registered in Maryland.  No….no we don’t.  Why?  Because you must have a MARYLAND DRIVER’S LICENSE TO REGISTER YOUR CAR. At the end of the day, we didn’t have the right documents and were apparently no smarter than anyone else in line…but, a simple smile, “welcome to Maryland” and perhaps a “I understand the requirements are confusing….how can I help make this easier for you?” would have gone a long way toward me not walking away hating the State of Maryland.  Because they sure as hell had no problem taking a boatload of taxes out of Lloyd’s paycheck the day before….

So, half my Saturday was wasted, I still have no license and I can’t vote in November.  And, if you know me, you know that I care WAY more about not being able to vote than I do about having a Maryland driver’s license.

The day was not lost.  We had a great time at the Montgomery County Fair, where we encountered the coolest “ride” ever.  Honestly, why don’t I ever think of this stuff?

Ain’t that America

The last few months have been a whirlwind. The Reader’s Digest version is that Lloyd accepted a job in Washington DC and we have moved to the ‘burbs (!) in Maryland. Honestly the area of Maryland that we’re in is still semi urban, but a little less so that we like.

Each day, I have a million different thought about what it is like to live here. Instead of bombarding my Facebook and Twitter friends with all of these random thoughts as they come to mind, I decided to try writing it all down. I’ll start with the 5 day journey across our great country. We passed through 12 states, most of which I had never been to but had an opinion about anyway (that falls into the same category as “I was a great parent before I had kids”).

Day One: Washington:

We left Olympia at around 4pm after watching Jake perform in the final CTE performance of the summer. The three of us piled into the Ford Focus, along with the dog and the cat and hit the road. First destination: Spokane.
It was a beautiful, summery day and Mt Rainier was majestic against the blue Northwest sky. Up to this point, the summer had been…well, rather winter-like. Either Washington was bidding us its finest adieu or it was mocking us. And, if you know me well, you know that I’m a glass half empty kind of person, so I am sure it was the latter. We avoided a near collision on the 512 (note: brakes don’t work as fast when you are hauling a trailer), but soon settled into a groove as we traveled over the mountains. We stopped at a rest area as the full moon rose over the wheat fields as the sun was setting. There it goes again…mocking us. I started to feel a tinge of sadness, but driving across Eastern Washington bought back memories of two young college students who had fallen in love and decided to make a go of it no matter what. We had the attitude that nothing could stop us…and here we were, 18 years later, on a grand adventure. It was exactly where we were supposed to be.
We spent the night in Spokane that night….learned that hotels often have a platform-like contraption under the bed and it’s an excellent hiding place for a cat. We also discovered that making room for the dog’s crate would be a necessity as her snoring kept me up much of the night.
Day Two: Idaho and Montana – Destination: Sheridan, WY

We learned on “How the States Got Their Shapes” that the Idaho panhandle used to be part of Washington and was given up in part because of the unruly gold diggers — and the folks in Montana and Washington didn’t want to deal with them, so they gave it to Idaho. In my opinion, this was a huge mistake because it is, without question, the most beautiful part of Idaho. Driving through Coeur D’Alene in the early morning was absolutely breathtaking. I looked forward to the trip through Montana though…I’d never been and I just knew that there would be part of me that wanted to just stop and stay forever.

Boy, was I wrong.

I was completely underwhelmed by Big Sky Country. I realize that I was on the interstate and there is much more of Montana to see, but it just wasn’t what I expected. I guess I expected Colorado, which wasn’t fair at all, given that a piece of my heart will always be in Colorado and nothing could ever measure up.

I will say that the funniest thing I saw on the trip was in Montana:

We also learned about Our Lady of the Rockies and that there are no trees in Big Timber.

Montana is a big state though and the last two hours were excruciating. We tried to play “I See Something”, but there was nothing to see. We couldn’t even find a house. I was so happy when we crossed into Wyoming that I wanted to get out of the car and do a happy dance.

Maybe it’s because I’m married to a transportation dude, but I tend to notice the way that roads change when you cross into a different county or state. A perfect example is when you cross into King County from Pierce County and voila!…the freeway is smoother and there are suddenly HOV lanes. Well, the interstate in that part of Wyoming is pink. Mr. Transportation explained that the chip seal used to resurface roadways is often made from natural resources — and Wyoming has an abundance of pink granite.

We spent Night 2 in a surprisingly nice and comfortable Best Western in Sheridan. It was a really nice little town — reminded me of Cortez, CO (where I grew up). I didn’t want to stay forever, but I can certainly see why people do.

Day 3 – Wyoming, South Dakota Destination: Sioux Falls

We left fairly early in the morning and after a very mediocre cup of coffee, I started to become aware that I hadn’t seen a Starbucks since we left Spokane. Didn’t mean they weren’t there…just that they weren’t on every corner. We were on our way to Mt. Rushmore for the only “touristy” part of our trek. The rest of Wyoming was beautiful and the public radio station was excellent. We left 1-90 to enter Mt Rushmore from the western Black Hills via Highway 16. This was where I saw the funniest political sign of the trip.

Dudzinski for Sheriff.

Sheriff Dudzynski sounds like he should be on Reno 911, doesn’t he?

The Black Hills were beautiful and I tried not to think about how it came to be that we acquired the land to build a monument such as Mt. Rushmore. But, it was amazing to see the sculpture. We didn’t have as much time as we would have liked and it was hot — thus making it necessary for one of us to stay at the car with the animals and trade-off touring the park. I really wish the National Park Service was more pet friendly — and at least provide areas of access within the parks that are shaded and have water. But, I digress. I have to say that Mt. Rushmore was *smaller* than I pictured it. Most pictures that you see are close up and make it seem enormous. And, I don’t mean to take anything away from how awesome it was when I say that. It just struck me in the same way that it struck me how ENORMOUS the Lincoln Memorial seemed the first time I saw it. The following pictures offer an example of what I’m talking about. I was under the impression that you could actually get as close as the second picture.

As we left Mt. Rushmore, we made our way back to I-90 via Keystone and Lloyd remarked that he was glad we hadn’t entered this way as it would have somehow cheapened the experience. Keystone is a strange little tourist town that reminded me of Gatlinburg, TN. I don’t get why you need go-karts to entertain yourself when you are surrounded by such natural beauty. But, that’s just me. And, I’m probably wrong because Keystone appears to do quite well without me and my opinion. I will say though that a great retirement project would be to open up a pet sitting operation here.

We were getting hungry, but decided to wait another hour or so until we got to Wall. Everyone (including signs that had started to appear a good 100 miles back) told us that we had to stop at Wall Drug. So that was next on our list. Oh. My. Goodness. I don’t even know where to begin with that place. To be fair, it’s typical for me to decide I don’t like something just because everyone else does. I’m contrary that way. I can see why people go there, but I also think it was a giant waste of our time and I’ll just leave it at that.

Back on I-90….remember what I said about the state of roads being different everywhere? Well, in South Dakota, interstate is awful. They have lots of signs about construction and the freeway was often reduced to one lane for miles on end, but we never actually saw any work being done. It was really annoying. In fact, I was starting to get annoyed with the entire day when I passed a sign that read “Entering Central Time Zone”. WHHHHAAAAAAAAAT?! I was certain that we would not enter Central Time Zone until we left South Dakota (even though Jake tried to tell me otherwise). So, this excruciatingly long day just got longer. We finally arrived in Sioux Falls and were treated to the BEST hotel swimming pool ever at the Best Western Ramkota Hotel. I seriously considered just staying here another day, but we didn’t have time. Sioux Falls is another really nice town. I wish we could have spent some time exploring.

Day 4 – Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana Destination: South Bend

The states got much closer together after South Dakota. It felt like we were making more progress by ticking off more states in a day. Minnesota was beautiful. It was here though that we happened upon the most ill-advised business name I can ever recall:

Clearly, I did not take this picture — I wasn’t quick enough with the camera, but a quick google search showed that I’m not the only one who was entertained by it. And, it’s one of those things that you have to see in order to get the full impact.

One of the things I loved about Minnesota was the wind farms. They are just amazing to see.

This is one of those instances where I can so clearly see that God is the greatest scientist. He gave us the wind and the brains to figure out how to use it to sustain a healthier planet. It may be cheesy, but it really gives me goose bumps to think about.

Minnesota is also the state where I realized how much corn is in this country. Honestly THERE IS SO MUCH CORN.

One of my favorite parts of the trip was crossing the Mississippi River. It was almost like a turning point. We were definitely not in the West anymore, which was a little bit bittersweet for this West Coast girl. I was driving as we drove into Wisconsin and John Denver was on the iPod, reminding me of growing up in Colorado and more specifically, my grandfather. He’s been gone for almost 18 years and there is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about him and miss him. This particular song, “On the Road” brought back a very vivid personal memory of me with my grandfather — and it also was very appropriate to our journey at the moment. I wondered what my grandfather would think of all of this and if he would be proud of me.

It was about this point in the trip when I realized that ever since we had crossed into roughly South Dakota that there was an abundance of Go-Kart rentals places and water parks. No commentary there…just an observation.

When I was planning the trip, it never occurred to me to think of when we might arrive in Chicago…the biggest city we had encountered so far (our route didn’t even take us through Seattle). And, we managed to hit the Windy City right at rush hour. And, the traffic was just as horrendous as you would imagine. Lloyd was driving — thank goodness — and he did a great job of maneuvering in the traffic and staying calm. I would have been freaking out. I could not wait to get to South Bend.

Which brings us to South Bend.

First of all, the time changes just before you get there. So, once again, we had an hour tacked on to an already long day. So it was almost 9pm and we were all hungry. I have a friend who lives there and she recommended a place to eat, so I typed the address into Google maps and it took us a very long and convoluted way. And when we got there, the restaurant was closed. For three weeks. Oh yeah…it’s a college town in July. So, we decided to just go to the hotel and figure out food later. Again, we typed the address into Google maps and it took us to the wrong part of town…in every sense of the word. We were lost and my dear, sweet husband stopped to ask directions. Which is great, right? I mean, most men don’t like to ask for directions. No. Not in this part of town with bars on windows while we are driving a car with out-of-state plates and hauling a U-Haul trailer. I really thought this was where it was all going to end. By the grace of God, we made it to our hotel, which still didn’t look like the greatest part of town, but it was clean and there weren’t bars on the windows so we decided to just make a go of it. Lloyd went out to get some food and Jake and I started to settle in. That was when the baby next door started screaming. I promptly went and asked for another room, which I was graciously granted. Lloyd came back with dinner from a Greek/barbeque joint (I know, right?) and since Mr. Picky Pants won’t eat much, Jake got a hot dog. Within minutes of finishing it, he was complaining of not feeling good and spend the night running to and from the bathroom.

On the way out-of-town the next morning, we stopped at Walgreen’s for 3 things that spell nightmare for a road trip: Saltines, Ginger Ale and Children’s Immodium. We also finally found a Starbucks. Honestly, I’m not a huge fan of Starbucks coffee. But, there is something really comforting about walking in and feeling like you could be “home”. I think that’s the secret of places like Starbucks and McDonald’s…there’s something to be said for consistency.

When we were leaving, I googled South Bend and found comments like “South Bend is like Detroit without the charm”. Who knew? To be fair, the little bit we saw of the Notre Dame campus was beautiful, but I recommend sticking to campus and the immediate surrounding neighborhoods if you ever find the occasion to go there.

Day 5: Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania and Maryland

This is where we were on turnpikes almost the entire way, so all we experienced were the rest areas. And, they aren’t really “rest areas” like I have ever experienced. They are like mini strip malls with gas stations and food courts. It’s really bizarre, but efficient. There’s nothing worse than exiting a freeway to get gas and having to drive a mile. I’m sure there’s some kind of sociological experiment that you could conduct at these places – you see all walks of life. I mean everyone has basic travel needs — gas, bathroom, food….but in places where you have more choices there is probably a rhyme and reason to why people choose what they choose on the road. Here, you have everyone all lumped together. The strangest thing I witnessed was a customer telling the guy at Sbarro that the slices were too big and that if he ate a whole slice he would fall asleep on the road, so he was going to go to McDonald’s instead. Oooohkay.

We crossed into PA and a friend of my on Facebook said that the Pennsylvania Turnpike was the most depressing road in America. He was right. I can’t really put my finger on why though. We had a bathroom emergency (remember the hotdog?) and didn’t know when the next rest stop was (although PA doesn’t have the same fancy rest areas that Ohio has). We managed to find an exit but could not find a gas station. Instead we stopped at a Super 8 Motel which looked practically deserted. When we drove up, there was a woman (the manager, perhaps?) and a maintenance man sitting on the bench outside smoking. They were very gracious and said we could use the bathroom. The woman guided Jake and I up a flight of back stairs and entered a room that had been completely cleared out, save for a few chairs lined up against the wall. She opened the bathroom door and said to me “you probably want to go in with him”. That sort of freaked me out, but I opted to just wait outside the door. When we were leaving, we saw a woman in the parking lot pushing a shopping cart and there were no cars to be seen anywhere. We wondered where she came from and where she was going. I told Lloyd I felt like we were at the Bates Motel.

It felt as though we drove downhill the entire way through PA. The turnpike was very narrow and had a lot of construction going on (once again, Lloyd drove and I was very glad). At one point, I looked up the elevation only to find the highest elevation in the whole state was 3200 ft. But, down we went. As we approached the Maryland state line, there was a sense of anticipation in all of us…and as we passed the “Maryland Welcomes You” sign, the iPod was playing “Hello Goodbye” by the Beatles. So fitting (and not at all planned).

So here we are. In a new and different place, experiencing new and different things. We plan to explore the area as much as we can. I plan to use this blog to chronicle those experiences or just the random thoughts that I have. Thanks for sharing the journey with us.

Grammar Camp

I like to think I’m pretty tolerant.  But there are some things that I have a hard time tolerating. Poor grammar is one of those things.  Following is a list of the most annoying things people say on a regular basis:

  1. Irregardless
  2. “I love him (or her) to death”
  3. “Could of” and “Would of”
  4. Using “impact” as a verb
  5. “On the contrary…”
  6. “Intensive purposes”
  7. “Here, here” (it’s “Hear, hear!”)
  8. “I could care less”


Most annoying is the phrase “a whole ‘nother”.   I wish it would be banished from the American popular lexicon forever.