12-3-08 Wednesday (Uncomfortably Numb)

I have to tell you, it was one of those cold days. I think Hell may have frozen over. It was probably 35 but we spent hours outside today. We ventured back to the Montana Prison and Auto Museum, for another "try" at it. If you'll remember, we drove 1.5 hours and found out it was closed. It looked closed today, but it was open. We walked into the museum entrance. Both museums enter through the gift shop. It was just as cold in there as outside. We took the car museum on first. Again, did I mention cold? I put my damn hood up and kept my hands in my sleeves. I don't think Jim minded much, he was in Car Heaven. He loves cars. He subscribes to three car magazines (He's letting them all expire out). He smiled the entire time as he browsed each car and read each story board. Speaking of board, I was bored. I knew I would be. I read a few of the information thingies here and there, but didn't really get into it. There were over 150 cars on display; I thought it would never end.

My very first car was Christmas gift from Mom & Dad. The keys were wrapped in a box, with a Mustang key ring. It was hidden in the landlord's garage. I opened it and said "really?" several times. It was a 1977 Mustang II, hatchback. I liked it. Hell, I liked having a car in general. I had just gotten my license. Dad insisted I back it out of the driveway. I was nervous. I backed it out, onto the road, and crunched the fender onto a parked car. My first reaction was "Oh shit!" followed by "see, I told you I didn't wanna back it out." OK, now that leads me back to the car museum. No, Mustang II. I felt cheated.

We exit back into the gift shop, which again, is slightly warmer. So, now I'm still freezing, apparent theme for the day, and we go to the adjoining prison. We open the doors and are outside. Outside! We briskly walk to each numbered area and Jim reads from the self guided tour book, adlibbing some of it to speed it up. You know, like "...courtyard, building was here, moved to new prison in nineteen blah blah, by some guy..." Next exhibit was a building. Oh goody, let's get inside. Oh, no heat, most windows open, concrete walls to retain the frigid air, great. Loved the old prison, though. Really neat to see.

Back to the Cherokee. My finger tips hurt, my cheeks feel like a squirrel carrying ice in them, and my toes don't seem to exist. I'm labeling this a MISadventure.

A stop off at McDonalds and the don't believe in heat either. No sweet tea either. A drive back home was heaven. Oh the warmth of the heater.

On our return home, I read an email from John Anderson. It said it was "appropriate for Y'all". In this email was this link. Check it out, click here. I've I have the song and we've seen the video before but it is funnier now than ever. Enjoy.

I also caught up on some blogs I follow. Mike Gabbard has a way with words. He doesn't blog as often as I'd like, but when he does, he's got a way with words. See it here! In his entry today, he talks about tolerance. It so hits home. It's so true.

Tomorrow, we're off to Spokane, Washington. We'll meet ya there!