Well, it is official,
I am homesick.
I am a turd.
I am a homesick turd.
I mean really, really?
This is one of the prettiest places.
It rivals Switzerland
and yet I long for home.
Mainly I long for my peeps.
My bestie is with me
but I miss the other key players.
I blame them.
Go off to college,
let me adjust.
Then come home and get married...
have all those babies
and move 2 miles away from me.
I cannot be at fault.
But the facts are facts
and I wish I had a
Star Trek transporter.
I am spoiled.
Someone slap me.
I am on vacation.
Everytime I see Christmas decor,
I think I wish I were at home.
We have a Roman tub/spa in our room.
I sat in it and bawled.
Craptastic travel companion I am.
Well, actually I am,
because none of them know I am sad.
I deserve an Emmy.
Pray I get my head outta my heinie.
Maybe it is the season.
Maybe it is because I slept 4 hours.
(I had a great book and was into it.)
Maybe it is because I am a turd.
I can't care.
It is what it is.
Today we did a Jeep ride through the desert
and it was gorgeous.
We watched the sunset
from a great vantage point.
My pics do not do it justice.
Tomorrow,we do the Grand Canyon via a train trip.
I leave you with some pics from the day.
Pray for me friends.
And someone go hug my babies for me.
This next picture made me happy.
I feel better now that I have spilled the beans,
or whined, or complained,
or admitted I am mental.
It's all good even when it's not.