No sleep, shower, or toothbrush


I made it to Pennsylvania, and am currently in a true, authentic farmhouse in Amish country. I am so tired, I can barely type.

The drive was very long but fairly uneventful, save me holding my breath for an entire mile of highway, and Paul and me adding whistle solos to various songs on the radio, and Graham calling my choice of tunes “sad bastard music.” We kept ourselves awake listening to podcasts and eating my secret shame, Ritz Cracker Cheese Sandwiches.

I held up really well until about 4am, when all energy, logic, and self-esteem flew out the window. For example, when Paul asked me what kind of a car I would be, if I could be a car, I answered sadly, “Probably a minivan, because it’s slow on hills, and sensible, and large.” I followed this statement with the declaration that I will probably never get asked out on another date ever again. Both guys rolled their eyes and DIDN’T EVEN PITY ME.

I’m about to slip into sleep for a bit, but I will have to wake up in time to combat the mange that is my current physical state.



  1. Tad on February 27, 2009 at 1:37 PM

    Please take and post pictures of the farm! PLEASE??? I’ve always wanted to see a real Amish farm.

    I think you are for of a Subaru WRX STI. Fun and fast, but also practical, with AWD- super steady/agile and a hiost of other things too.

  2. Greta on February 27, 2009 at 2:20 PM

    Sad bastard: reference to “High Fidelity” when John Cusack is playing Belle and Sebastian.

    Right?? :)

    Also: you’re in a farmhouse?? Are there cows to milk??

    I would so like to learn how to milk cows.

  3. erin, with the fabulous hair on February 27, 2009 at 4:06 PM

    confused. Amish = no electronics = possible battery supported computer = no internet = how does annie blog?

  4. hootenannie on February 27, 2009 at 6:25 PM

    True farmhouse in Amish country – but not an Amish farmhouse. This house has wi-fi and red wine and steak and salmon and chips and salsa and a cream cheese chocolate cupcake waiting for me.

    No cows to milk, Greta. But I smell them all around. If I get the chance, I swear to you, I will milk a cow.


  5. Sarah Kate on February 28, 2009 at 11:54 AM

    I love car games. Oh, and I saw an Amish buggy once…at a gas station. Weird.

  6. Annie on March 1, 2009 at 3:06 AM

    Annie, your line about the minivan made me laugh out loud. I read it to Jess and he laughed as well. (Although it’s not true at all.)

  7. Nancy on March 1, 2009 at 12:34 PM

    Annie – it was great to have you here in the midst of Amish country. Sorry we didn’t get to milk a cow with you, but you’ve got to leave something for next time!

  8. klypherd klaighten aka paul's dad on March 1, 2009 at 12:57 PM

    We removed all the trappings of Amish life and got fancy just before you arrived. I shaved my face and Nancy her legs, borrowed a wireless router, took down the green window shades and hid the horses. But I am a woodworker after all. Well this was fun….now back to that CAD program I love so much. Goodness…I’m working on a Sunday too. Now…where’s that glass of bordeaux I had a minute ago….hmmm

  9. Crystal on March 1, 2009 at 1:05 PM

    I’m pretty sure that a dental professional would suggest peppermint schnapps as an alternative to a toothbrush while on vacay.

  10. Liz on March 1, 2009 at 4:02 PM

    That’s my house!! That’s my house!!! It’s famous.

  11. Anniebelle (Annie Cho) on March 12, 2009 at 11:00 PM

    While you were going gaga over the blushing bride (our dear Rebs), I was driving from PA to Nashville! And, yeah… that is one horrid trip. Made even more dreadful because I did it all by my lonesome. (I wanted to DIEEE!!!)

    Your experience, however, is proof that VA is a TERRIBLE place. No one should EVER have to spend THAT much time driving through one state!!! Not right at all! Hmph!

    Anywho, did you happen to catch the llama farm in W Virginia? That was the highlight of my drive. Well that and finally pulling into the driveway of my TN digs.

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