Made it to Utah and forgot that most places are closed on Sunday, and most wireless connections are T-mobile. So, sorry about the late update. I’d told everyone before I left that if I don’t check in regularly or I’m not back in a few days – COME GET ME!!!

Don’t let the Mormons have me! Please!

So far the trip wasn’t too bad.  We made record time on the road and degenerated back to being the older sister –younger brother dynamic of the last time I took a road trip with Admiral Fubar.  That was in 1992 on our 8 days trip to Alaska.

He was 7 or eight and I was 14 and he sat behind me kicking my seat and singing 100 bottles of Root Beer on the wall and telling knock knock jokes that he made up spur of the moment.

7 year old Admiral Fubar: Knock Knock.

14 your old Athena: *sighs* Who’s there?
Fubar: Uhhhh… wait… hummm – oh! (we pass a street sign) Street Sign!

Athena: *Sighs* street sign who?

Fubar: Oh, That doesn’t work…uhhhh. Okay, Knock Knock.

Athena: *sigh* Who’s there?

Fubar: Uhhh. Mmmmmm…. Uhhh. (we pass a tree) Oooh, how about Tree!

Athena: Tree who?

Fubar: Wait that doesn’t work either….

Did I mention it was an eight day road trip?

Cut to 2007 driving to Utah for Christmas. We’ve been talking for hours about randomness and a as we pass the border of Utah and Idaho Admiral Fubar sees something in a driver that irritates him and he begins to complain – so much so that I say after a time, “Why don’t you just learn to ignore it?”

He looks at me with a half eye roll and says, “Knock knock.”

“Fuck you,” I respond and turn to stare out the window. Then with a thought of glee I turn back into the silence and stretch my leg across the space between us and begin to rhythmically kick at his thigh for 15 miles as he tries desperately to ignore me.

Paybacks are awesome.

Also, I will be guest blogging for BrianM at Lunar Obverse while he is partying it up with hotties in Mexico for the Holiday.  I wont’ be double posting so you’ll have to stop by his blog and see what I say. Neener-Neener.