We departed Lemoore NAS at 9:30 am and headed for Edwards AFB.
We made a pit stop in Bakersfield so we could get some AAA books. Dads new GPS (which he named Jennifer) got us there just fine but when she tried to get us to a Starbucks there were problems. Never did find it. Dad even mad Mom the navigator, which we all know is not good. She won't last long- she's been fired many times from that position.
We took Hwy 99 South to Hwy 58 and went over the Tehachapi Pass. Finally we are East. I can feel my roots calling me home.
We got to Edwards AFB around 2:30. It is in the middle of the desert. Dad wouldn't listen to "Jennifer's" directions and she kind of had a breakdown and actually threw herself on the floor. Looks like Mom's job is safe for now. He won't listen to her either!
We traveled 200 miles today and got 12.3 mpg. Dad was ecstatic.
Mu Uncle Joey , who works at Edward AFB, came over to the RLB for dinner and spent the night. I must have gotten over stimulated with all the excitement cause I was up all night roaming around. The folks are not too happy with me today.
That's it for now. I need to take a nap.
This is rmona. I have some suggestions. You said that your chauffeurs had a hard time finding a Starbucks in CA. If this is true you should be very worried about them finding a small town named Tennga. My suggestion is you trick them into rolling the window down a little bit and sticking your nose out to smell if they are on the right road. If not you can scratch the driver to let him know there is a problem. This method works for wolves (except for the scratching part) and should also work for felines.
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Hey rmona, just what "smell" is Weezie looking to pick up from Tennga?
ReplyDeleteGood question. Weezie I have a couple of smells that might help you zero in on Tennga. Try to get the mayor of Tennga to send you a dirty sock to one of your stops or maybe a sample of the princess of Tennga’s perfume. If that fails you might get a sample of the chicken .... from their next door neighbors. If you stop in San Diego I will train you for free.
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rmona, if it were not for the prevailing winds from the Southwest the smell of the neighbors chicken...(poop producing facility) could be smelled in San Diego! You know I never thought about it but the way the wind blows, it is a straight shot to Washington, D.C. Wow! Tennga is sending our own message!
ReplyDeleteWeezie, maybe you better rely on Jo/'Jennifer' for directions. Your man person might "foul-odor" the cabin and who knows where that smell might lead!
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Enough of these stinky comments … I, Weezie’s Grandma, cannot stand it, I must set the record straight. Weezie doesn’t deserve to be dragged from sunny Astoria thru rain, sleet, and probably snow and tornados just so Eric his adopted father can talk to Jennifer. Its bad enough to have one son who can’t find his way to the bathroom without his G-PEE-S now this...
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from the sound of it everyone is enjoying your trip so far, rain here tonight
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