Let me just start off by saying this-
I love to travel and I love my wrangler wearing cowboy BUT I have learned over the past 30+ years that the combination leaves a little to be desired!
How many times can a couple travel together only to have their carefully planned trips turn into memories of mishaps? I know this comes as no surprise to y’all but Cowboy and I are complete opposites on how we view things.
Here’s how I feel about traveling- The excitement of packing my cheetah print suitcase gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling like no other. That same feeling I get when I’m drinking a chai tea latte that has the perfect amount of chai in it, not too strong and not too weak.
The moment I cross the cattleguard heading in a new direction, I get butterflies in my stomach. I can’t wait to experience all of the new things that my trip has to offer. The food, the shopping and the culture…what more could a gal ask for?
Enough about me and my excitement for exploring the world, now let’s talk about how much Cowboy likes to travel. Lets just say that he would rather ride in a crowded elevator with someone that talks non-stop. Oh wait, that someone would be me, and he likes me…a lot:) Let’s try this one: He would rather go on a marathon shopping trip, wearing a three piece suit, picking up the tab for it all (and you know how tight he is with his money) than to get on a plane. That’s how much he dislikes traveling.
I think it has something to do with the fact that the last few trips I’ve planned for us ended in a complete disaster. Actually, now that I think of it, none of my trips with Cowboy ended well.
Let me just give you a run down on a FEW of our trips-
Honeymoon- we arrived in the Bahamas 1 week after Hurricane Floyd. Our little jack tar village hadn’t quite recovered from the 75 mile an hour winds, but we made the best of it.
Las Vegas- I caught a stomach virus and could not ride the elevator up to our room. Our room was on the 6th floor….good times, good times.
Destin Beach, Florida- The plane was delayed and we didn’t make our connecting flight so we lost a full day on the beach but, we got upgraded to first class, so there’s that.
30th Anniversary- We decided that since neither of us had ever traveled by train, it would be the perfect way to celebrate our 30th anniversary! Our itinerary included a scenic train ride from California to Montana and then to Colorado.
WE WERE MISTAKEN! It was not PERFECT! The minute we boarded the train I thought to myself, Sweet Jesus, what is happening here?! Our first class accommodations ranked more like hanging out in the cargo hold of a plane. Showering while sitting on a toilet is NOT my idea of first class. And don’t even get me started about the sleeper/sofa/table that we had to kneel on to brush our teeth! IT WAS A DISASTER FROM THE GET GO! But that’s another story.
In all of my 40 years of living… wait, Sweet Girl is 27, 40 minus 27..umm… it’s more like 45 years of living..yeah that sounds about right, I have decided that there are some people that should not be allowed to travel for the safety of others. And Cowboy is one of those people. He is detrimental to my happy state of traveling. So I travel with my gal pals. Every girl should have them, like a girl squad or a bday group (I have the best bday group in nine counties, we always have a good time together). The squad that comes to her rescue when she needs retail therapy, travel therapy, helps her to bury Cowboy’s body parts from here to yonder or helps her to paint a room. Lol, I swear I didn’t mean that last part. Who wants to help paint a room?!
One Sunday after one of our trips we were telling the kids about our fiasco-
ME: I’ve decided that I will no longer travel with your dad.
BOY WONDER: Why is that?
ME: Because every time we travel together, it ends horribly. Something always goes wrong. And he’s the common denominator in each scenario. So I’m going to remove the problem, travel with girlfriends and have loads of fun!
BOY WONDER: What makes you think it’s him? You’re on those trips too.
’til next Sunday y’all- Tammy
