Pt 1 Arizona- our vacation! or maybe Rice Milk Will Not Crash a Plane

I always keep a journal when we are on vacation. It is funny the things you forget.......... and remember. I love to read my vacation journals. What is really funny is the way I will retell a story months and years later compared to the way it actually happened. I have a way of taking a half hour to tell the story of something that only took ten minutes to actually happen. Here is an example.

While in Arizona we went up to Jerome. A really neat town that everyone who goes to Arizona should see. It once was a mining town that was dubbed "America's Sinnningest City" or something like that. The two main industries were mining and prostituting. And it seems that the only form of entertainment was drinking, gambling, and well, hanging with prostitutes. While it is no longer a mining town, or a hotbed for red light bulb salesmen it has a pretty neat history and they have manged to use their infamous history as a marketing ploy- that worked- on us anyway.
While we were in Jerome we got two of my boys cap guns. The kind that look like little guns. They got caps of course too. Well the younger son managed to use all of his caps before we headed home from our vacation. So when it came time to pack the bags, I told both boys to be sure to pack their guns in their regular suitcases, NOT the carry on.

Fast forward to the airport. The Phoenix airport. The same Phoenix airport that was recently cited for allowing airport and airline personnel access to restricted areas without proper searches. The same one that tragically a woman, Carol Anne Gotbaum, mother of three young children, died at while in police custody.

Anyway, my husband dropped us off at the airport and proceeded to the car rental place, I could share a long story about the car rental place, but that will turn this half hour story into three quarters of an hour. So, here I am at the airport with six kids, a LARGE car seat for the baby, the stroller, eight bags to check, eight bags to carry on including (but not limited to[I love saying that]) an extra large bottom of the line commercial video camera in a water proof case that looks like it must be carrying arms.

We needed two carts to carry all our stuff into the airport. One cart is carrying our carry on baggage, the other is carrying our check in baggage. I am pushing one and oldest boy is pushing the other one.

Tune in next time to find out what happened to the rice milk.