Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Quirky-ness July 2009

When travelling, I must always travel with my own water. Water from home. This can present problems. Several years ago, when we went to Louisiana, Rob had to fill the big Igloo jug with the hose. I didn't drink it all, but it sure was nice knowing I had PLENTY of water for the trip. A few years back, when travelling to Tennessee for the reunion, I ran out of "home" water and was forced to choke down bottled. Yuk. Now, I'm planning a trip for next year, taking the kids--I'm planning on all three of them--to the Johnson Family Reunion in Tennessee, over to Gatlinburg, then north into Kentucky to touch on some of the Roberts Family history in the Daniel Boone State Forest. As I was thinking this trip through, it had already ocurred to me that I would need Rob to fill the Igloo.

Just the other day, Dustin & I were going to games and he asked if we had water. "I'm out right now, but I can buy you a bottle," I offered.

"No, that's okay, I only like water from home."

"Me, too, buddy." I thought nothing of this exchange.

So, today, we stopped by Mom & Dad's to give Dad his birthday presents...a box of Redman chew and a case of Milwakee's Best Light. He's thrilled....

He proceeds to start loading his cooler, and then walks out of the house with 4 gallon milk jugs that have been washed and filled with nothing other than "water from home." He sets his "water from home" jugs on his "desk" in the garage. Rob closes his eyes and shakes his head, "It's amazing just how exactly alike you two are..."

Dad and I smiled, said a non-verbal, "Uh hmm." Dustin sits down at the table.

"We're odd, aren't we?" I asked Rob.

"Yes. It's scary."

I thought that comment over for a moment and then remarked, "What's scary is YOU chose it." Rob asked for MY number. Whereupon Dad and I laughed loudly at Rob. Rob shook his head some more...and then I told him about the conversation Dustin and I had about "water from home".

"The kid doesn't have a chance, does he?"

"No, Dawn."

At least I can admit I'm odd. I have my quirks. It's okay....

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