Displaced Yankee Chick in Texas

This blog chronicles my life as a displaced Yankee chick in Texas. I'm from the NY/NJ/PA area and quit my job 1.5 years ago to move to TX with DH and become a SAHM to our 3 kids (2 DDs and 1 DS). **Please note that names have been changed to protect the innocent.**

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Travelogue: Day 3

We got up and had breakfast in the hotel’s restaurant. Then we headed over to Graceland to pay homage to The King. Hey, if we have to drive for 24+ hours, we might as well do something fun too. First was the tour of the house itself. Then we went to the car museum. On our way back to the parking lot we checked out Elvis’ jets, the Lisa Marie and the Hound Dog II.

The most embarrassing part of the day came when the five of us passed a rather large man sitting on a park bench. Right as we passed by, B said, “Daddy, that man was really fat.” And knowing how loud she said it, there was no doubt in my mind that he heard her. DH and I were mortified. I explained to her that what she said wasn’t nice and that the man probably heard her and that what she said might have hurt his feelings. In addition, I told her that if she didn’t have anything nice to say, she shouldn’t say anything at all, and that we shouldn’t use mean words like fat and ugly, only nice words like pretty, cute and handsome. She redeemed herself later that night when we were eating dinner. There were some teens eating at a nearby table, and one guy was rather large. B said to me “Mommy, that man in the hat is handsome.” I was so proud of her.

We drove all through Arkansas and I thought of my friend Kim as we drove by her town. Finally we reached Texas. We stopped shortly after arriving in TX for dinner at Sonic, my fave fast food. The girls got to run and jump and play around a bit before we got back on the road. We started driving but quickly grew tired. We stopped for the night in Nacogdoches, the oldest town in TX. It took a few hotels to find one with a room (the first one had a king and no cribs, so the girls would have to sleep on the floor – nope), but we found one. It was a Holiday Inn Select and it was quite nice. We were lucky enough even to get a portacrib, so it was ideal. The only less than ideal thing was that it was a smoking room. However, the smell was minimal, so we really didn’t notice it.

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