Focus Becky...

For better or worse, I have left the land of Ohio to return home to Utah. I figured out Victoria's Secret and decided it was not a secret worth keeping.  Lucky for me I had some great friends who were going out to deliver furniture to a family member in DC and said they would swing around and pick up me, my stuff and fluffy puppy and take us home. Who turns down a free ride?? Not me. Not Fluffy puppy.
That being said, I have to take a side note to let you in on a little information about my driving skills. I am bad.  I get bored and cannot concentrate. This is one reason why I drive a stick shift. I learned long ago I needed something to do when driving so I could remember I was actually driving. If I am driving long distances I need a timeframe to get there or else it is anyones guess when I will roll in. The time I moved out to Ohio from Kansas it took me two days of slightly concentrated driving. It would have taken me longer but I was following the same path as the trucker who wanted me to get to some town in Illinois. So I meandered my way down the road while he called me up and told me to focus a million times.  (Side note: Focus seems to be the motto that people like to tell me in my life.. when playing sports as a child my mother would scream from the stands "Focus Becky" to which I would think focus on what??) When I got to the little town in Illinois I was told the reason for the focus badgering,  he wanted to go to a specific truck stop buffet.  I hate buffets. I don't care what anyone says, the person in front of you picked his nose then used the same spoon you getting your food from, yeah I said it. Hindsight being what it is I should have told him to forget it I was not a cheap date... but I guess I was a cheap date because I went to the buffet with the brown purple onions and did not say anything.  Ok I will focus back to original topic of me being a bad and slow cross country driver.
So when MaryAnna the girl who always gets me into adventures (see boy scout camp story) showed up with her family I was let in on the secret of their driving. Here is how the conversation went:
MaryAnna's Mom: Are you ok with sleeping in your car in a rest stop
Me: Uh no
MaryAnna's Mom: That is how we travel, so you will have to get used to it for this trip
Me: Huh?
MaryAnna's Mom: We drive straight through with no stopping and sleep in the rest stops for a few hours and keep driving till we get there
Me: Uh Ok

This is what I thought when I said ok... I don't think I am going to survive this trip. There are weird people in rest stops. Granted there were a lot of truckers so potential dates galore. But still.. no showering, no comfy beds, no stops along the way to see the worlds biggest ball of twine?  This was going to be a trip the likes of which I had never experienced.
So how did it all go? Well, in less than 48 hours we drove from Columbus, Ohio to Salt Lake City, Utah. No showers, couple of teeth brushings, sleeping in cars in rest stops with no air conditioning. We showed up dirty and ripe to my mother's house and not once did anyone have to tell me to focus. That my friends is a successful road trip.