I get it from my mama

My mother is one unique individual.  Most of the time I call her "weirdo" because she is, just that.  And now I know why I get labeled the same.  I get it from my mom.

My mom drove out to Montana "just cause" she wanted to, and since I was planning on going to California for my friend Tiffany's wedding I drove back to California with her.  We left pretty early in the morning last Sunday and since I have never been to Yellowstone (because my parents deprived me as a child) we decided to "drive through" well little did I know that my mom literally meant we were going to drive through and not stop.

Little background info about my family, we are not tourists.  In fact we despise anyone who acts like a tourist, so we try to do things that wouldn't seem touristy.  So when my mother FLIES off the side of the road because a lot of people were "pointing at something" I was SHOCKED that my mother had just done the most amateur tourist move of all time.  But since we were already on the side of the road we decided we should figure out what all the fuss was about.  After a solid three minutes we could not figure out for the life of us what everyone was staring at.  They all had REALLY fancy cameras and were definitely looking at something but we just had no idea.  So we jumped back on the road and kept going.  When my mother saw ANY CAR that looked like it was looking at anything she would yell "BEAR??  IS THERE A BEAR? I WANNA SEE A BEAR" so our entire drive through Yellowstone was a bear hunt.  Did we see one?  no.... But we did see some buffalo, elk and lots of tourists.

The Tourist with her camera

the only time she let me out of the car

We were also planning on stopping half way to California for the night since we had made our tourist detour, but every time we got to a town to get a hotel my mom would say "LET'S JUST KEEP GOING!" so, onward we went.  At one point I had to beg for food since all we had eaten was peanut butter and jelly sandwiches we had made at my house before we left.  I seriously don't think I can eat another pb&j sando for a really long time.  So we stopped in Wells, Nevada and our only option was McDonald's.  Everyone in this McDonald's was on meth, so it was an interesting stop to say the least which is why my mom would say "now you know why I don't like to stop on road trips" well thanks for the chicken wrap anyway mom.

We finally made it back to California about 3am on Monday, as we drove into the driveway my mother proclaims "Wow!  I only hallucinated twice!"

Are you kidding me?  I told her about 876 times that I could drive whenever she wanted me to, out of our 20 hour drive, I drove MAYBE 3 hours, if that.  Shes a weirdo, I warned you all.

Thank you mom for coming to visit and driving my butt to California.  I had an so much fun spending time with you and getting to catch up.  Now come visit me more :)

Here were a few of my favorite quotes from my mother from my trip with her:

"I want to live in a town that has all pickups" (driving through a town in the middle of nowhere)

"I love all the languages!" (while walking past German tourists in Yellowstone, when I know for a fact my mother hates all accents and languages that are not English)

"I only hallucinated twice!" (after driving 20 hours straight)

"Sara look at my three holes!" (at the shooting range, impressed with her marksmanship)