I told you that over the weekend we took my oldest daughter Hannah to her new job at Mesa Verde. She's doing great! Here's what the weekend looked like:
When we first got there, she was supposed to stay in a "Wob". Basically that's a little shed with two beds in it and about 3 feet of extra room on one end. This picture was taken after she looked in the wob, but before I looked.
I was so stunned at how many cases and cases of beer her roomate could even FIT into that little shed, that I forgot to take a picture. (Something I'm still kicking myself over.) And the smell...
Soooo, she went back to the office, and got assigned to a Mod. ( I know, right? You totally think I'm making up these names!) Basically a mod is like a mobile home. There are supposed to be 6 girls living there, but right now there are only 2, so she gets her own room and bathroom until someone else moves in.
The reason more people aren't in the mod instead of the wob is that the wobs are free, and the mod has a nominal fee. Which the Brain said he would gladly share for her to not be living in a shed. Neither the mod or the wob have air conditioning, though. So, uh, welcome to southern Colorado, right?
This is the quilt she made with the jeans she rescued from the trashcan her senior year in high school. They were so holey and scribbled on by her friends, I finally tossed them when she wasn't looking. We decided she could make a memory quilt out of them one day - and here it is! She did the front, I did the back.
We got her settled in, had the famous Subway incident. Which BTW, I thought was so funny because apparently I live more "in the moment" than most. It never even occurred to me to think 3 more hours into the future because good grief, people, we have not eaten for SEVEN HOURS and he's worried about being hungry for dinner? I could have eaten a 6 foot sub by myself at that point, and probably still have been hungry 3 hours later.
You (and my Weight Watchers leader) will be happy to know I that held it to a 6 inch and some apple slices.
While The Brain ate his kids pak.
But guess who was hungry for dinner?? That's right every one of us. And if you're ever looking for a Mexican restaurant in Cortez, I can recommend a good one.
The Brain and I stayed that night in the hotel where Hannah will be working. It was fun, and had an amazing view. They call it the 100 mile view. I'm pretty sure I could see both New and Old Mexico from there.You know, if my eyes were better. And the earth were less curved.
On Sunday we went to her ward with her at 9am. Only the bishop came and told us about a singles group that meets with another ward at 11. So... with 2 hours to spare... we decided to bust it to 4 Corners Monument - 42 miles away. We were there long enough to take a couple of pictures and eat some Navajo fry bread (mmmm!) before we had to hurry back to church.
Here I am in Utah, while Hannah is in Colorado, and the Brain is clear over in New Mexico. I was really hoping he'd pick up some fresh Hatch chilies while he was there. But I guess he didn't have time or something. mmmm. Those are my favorite New Mexican treat!
( No, I'm not pregnant. That's the big tie on the side of my dress. And my arm. Yeah, that's it.)
We got her set-up with the extremely nice people in the singles group. (and may I just pause here to say THANK-YOU to people everywhere who know what it means to be new and are so welcoming and thoughtful. Thank-you, thank-you.)
And then we hit the road, feeling good about leaving her set up to succeed.
On the way home, I remembered one of the reasons I like Colorado so much. There is nothing more fun to me than driving through some of these old mining towns. I took some pictures, but they might be a little blurry, because The Brain was getting a little - you know- bummed out about getting through a whole bunch of traffic, and then I would ask him to pull over for my picture, and then he would have to pass all the same cars over again. So I stopped asking him to pull over. It was only fair.
But these walmart parking signs really cracked me up. (and the fact that there's not just one or two, but FOUR of them!)
Pet supplies AND fine gifts. That is what I call one-stop shopping!
Nice to know someone was using this in the middle of the summer.
Welcome to Cortez . Where we put our welcome sign in the CEMETARY.
Apparently there's only one way most people leave Cortez. Glad we snuck out of there alive.
Oh, and Hannah is starting up her blog again, so if you want to follow her adventures, or even just say hi to a girl that lives in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to do,click here.