I was originally going to title this “Mountainous areas attract earth loving liberals and their dogs.”
But I realize how controversial that statement is, and I happen to love a few earth loving liberals…and their dogs… so we’ll just keep it with “and their dogs.”
In typical Burgess fashion, we took a 6 and a half hour drive and turned it into a 48 hour adventure. And that was just one way.
My Mamaw turns 90 today and that is something worth celebrating, ya’ll! She is probably the original source of my sassiness.
See what I mean?
That’s Mamaw. Fanning herself with some cold hard cash.
First we stopped off in Georgia so that Brent could attend some business-ish meetings and then chugged off toward Bristol, VA by way of Asheville, NC.
We partied with my dad’s side of the family. I enjoyed the view, watching my children play with my cousin’s children and meeting second cousins for the first time.
Babies were passed around…
…and we ate way too many mayonnaise-based hor d’oeuvres followed by birthday cake dyed bright pink (with red dye #40, which is totally acceptable on one’s 90th birthday. If you’ve lived that long, you are probably going to survive a good dose of #40. Just sayin’…)
We even let Evie have some. (I KNOW!)
The soon-to-be-newest member of the family got introduced to Mamaw:
Looks like Uncle Opie has Mamaws blessing.
I have no fancy words to introduce the following photos to you except this one, ENJOY.
At this point it would also be appropriate to note that none of my mountain dwelling relatives are liberals. And none have unnatural affections for furry things.
Anyway. We reversed course on our way home to explore Asheville. And we came across a great many people…and their dogs. Face clearly communicated that they were not sure what to think about our brood descending on their eco friendly haven of dog loving people… and their dogs.
Now. I like me some old dogs. I love old family dogs that don’t have teeth. I love little puppies that belong to other people. I love that people rescue abused dogs and find nice homes for them. But those dogs that get treated like children? THAT, I do not understand. Of course, it isn’t the dog’s fault.
And just like I don’t get that they worship the ground their dogs walk on, they don’t get why I find value in my little humans. Only, they’re HUMANS. So I also don’t get why they don’t get it.
So our first stop was the Whole Foods Market in town, which really has been an independent grocer that just got bought out by Whole Foods. So, I’m going to assume that the friendly helpfulness characteristic of Whole Foods Market hasn’t set in yet. I did eventually find one really friendly cashier that shared about how her sister had four kids all at one time…because she was on fertility meds. And then she went on to have two more. Oh the insanity of it all.
And as we bounded back and forth between the potties and the small booth we were crammed into while shouting about the large dogs people were walking out in the parking lot as we quietly sat and ate our breakfast, I could feel stares. And I don’t imagine this sort of thing, people. I usually operate in a mode that assumes that everyone around me realizes how awesome my children are. So, you can see how it is a little shocking to me when their expression communicates, “Wow. There are a whole da*n lot of them.” I think we further confused them by the way that our children stayed put where we put them and walked like socialized peoples through the store, without ravaging every display or throwing their food at each other. Their feelings were evident in the way that they, perturbed, shoved past us, or when they stealthily tried to cut me in line. For coffee. Yes. This woman rammed our cart, which had our precious little Evie sitting in it, to cut me in line. FOR COFFEE. Guess again, lady. I’ve got four kids and my ability to keep up with all of them is very much sustained by coffee. So, I spoke up and you better believe I got my coffee. First. So there.
And I see their “Dog is Love” bumper stickers and think, “Seriously? They LICK THEIR BUTTS.”
So, you can see how we didn’t really fit in that well. I’m sure there are some really great family friendly spots in beautiful Asheville. We just never stumbled across any. Except the hotel room.
I quickly realized that it was very acceptable to have only one child and wear them in a baby carrier everywhere you go.
And I secretly wished I had worn a shirt that said, “I birthed all these babies unmedicated in my living room. “ Then it would have been more acceptable that we pushed our little cart right past the sign that said, “Please no carts in the café area”. I’ve got a whole lot of food for my buncha kids, people, and I can’t carry it all. K?
So they stared. Some people offered gracious smiles and “I can’t believe how well behaved they are.” And I refrained from any sarcastic remarks about how we only let them out of their boxes on Sundays for church. Other cashiers barely spoke to us and people bustled around because we moved just a little too slowly.
And I could feel their stares as we polluted their air with the big ol Suburban we had borrowed for the trip. But hey, that Suburban is filled with precious people. As Anna Duggar said,
“I may be driving a Hummer, but my baby is cloth diapered. You may drive a smaller car, but you are using disposables.”
And that is about as ugly as it gets from a Duggar.