I haven't written a post for awhile it seems like since Andrew left, but I guess it's only been a week. I really thought that I'd be on here like every waking minute of my day blogging about eating breakfast in the morning to brushing my teeth at night and everything in between. Not the case, however, with Andrew being gone it's really thrown my routine for a loop.
I did want to write about Andrew and Trent making it to Florida and their ups and downs. They headed out that Wednesday the 6th (not a fun

day!) and got to Cheyenne so around 600 miles. Andrew sent me this picture along the way and this is what he said with it. It's pretty cute. "
Here is a picture of a rainbow right by the road. We could see the bottom even. There wasn't any gold that we could tell." They stopped around 12 and slept in their cars and got up around 5 and started up again. That time they traveled around 1100 miles. Slept in their car once again and then finished the last leg of the race another 1100 miles or so. It was insane! It was weird that I went to work 3 days before they got there. They did have a lot of fun. Andrew took walkie talkies and when he handed it to Trent I guess the first thing Trent said was "
Andrew, you're Foxtrot and I'm Whiskie River!" I died laughing when I heard that. Any time that I'd call him all of the sudden you'd here Trent talking in their code names. Another thing Andrew did was every time he got to a new state he'd text me and say "Welcome to Missouri, Welcome to Georgia." or whatever state he drove through. I felt like I was driving with him. . . yeah right.
They finally got there and had to start work the next day that Saturday. Sunday they had to check out the beach and make Emily and I totally jealous!



They found a live sand dollar and then chased a baby sting ray down the beach and was playing with it and picking it up. Yeah I didn't have flashes of Steve Irwin or anything. Andrew reassured me that the stinger was less than 2 inches and it wouldn't sing them. . . right. They've only been to the beach once since they got there and they're excited to go back.

Andrew has had some slight technical difficulties with his car Tilda. She made it to Florida, but it wasn't easy on her. When he woke up Monday, I think it was, she had a flat tire. She was pooped! Andrew put "new" tires on her. He found a discount tire place and got them put on. Then the very next day it had another flat. I think she was trying to tell him something :) But she's doing really good now. It was so funny Andrew compared Tilda to a 12 year old Husky dog trying to run the Ididorod (I have no idea how to spell that!) She's getting old and we're glad she made it there.
Em and I sure do miss these guys but they're going to have so much fun! They keep on telling us that when we come out to visit (2 weeks from today!) we're going to love it. We're excited!