....like a band of gypsies we go down the highway (darn you Willie Nelson and your catchy jingles that get stuck in my head!)
Our adventures in June...... The kids and I headed to CA for a week once our house in AZ was packed out. We got to see all the family one last time before the big move because my parents threw us an Italian themed Farewell Party. All the cool kids were there and they all had a blast, jumping in the bouncy house until way way too late at night and eating way way too many Italian cookies and Italian sodas.
The kids and I returned to AZ just in time for Steve's 35th birthday and "fini flight." At the end of each assignment on their last flight with that particular squadron, the pilot is forcefully and sometimes not gently removed from the jet, taped to it using various methods, or chained to the ground near it, and then hosed off by giant pressurized containers of water and bottles of champagne. Doesn't that sound lovely?
In the past, Steve's fini flights have always been in the dead of winter. When we left Germany, his fini flight was in January and small flurries of snow started coming down just as he landed. When we left South Carolina, it was in February and was so cold out, there was a terrible ice storm later that evening. On his fini flight in June in AZ, he finally got desirable weather for a spray down, it was about 110 degrees that day and probably 15 degrees hotter than that out on the flightline! He was the most comfortable of us all!



On June 19th, we loaded up our van and hit the road for a cross country trip that would take us from Arizona, through New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Tennessee, and finally to Steve's parent's house in southwestern Virginia. 7 states and 3 timezones in 4 days and not a single tantrum. The kids did great although they watched an insane amount of DVDs and were ready to run run run whenever we got out of the car. The day we left AZ, it was 116 degrees and we were happy to say goodbye to the miserable heat, but we made one last stop in hell at the giant meteor crater off Interstate 40 in northeastern AZ. Brian still talks about the crater and had all kinds of interesting questions about "meateaters" (he can't say meteor no matter how hard he tries) and how a meteor might have contributed to the extinction of the dinosaurs. We were hoping to make a few other stops and see some friends and family along the way and maybe some more sights but either the timing didn't work out or they wouldn't allow kids (damn you Jack Daniels distillery!) We did get to stop in Nashville for two shakes of a lambs tail to hug my cousin Carrie. That is a town I want to see again and spend a few days in. But all and all, a good trip for 2,150 miles in 4 days!


We spent almost a week at the farm. We got to visit most of the extended family, including Steve's Granddad Hurt, who was in the hospital at the time and passed away a few weeks later :( The kids of course loved seeing the cows, riding on the 5-wheeler, playing down by the "Big Rock" and the little pools of water near it. Steve worked for a whole day building a damn for one of the larger pools, so he could fish it. Tiny fish, but still fishing I guess. Brian liked helping with the damn but not fishing. Emily just wanted to get dirty and wet and eat sand. We all participated in a new activity called "see who can get eaten alive by mosquitoes first!" I think I won. Little did we know that Boones Mill mosquitoes have nothing on the giant vampire Italian mesquitos!