What I Did (and Didn’t) Learn at the Andy Warhol Museum

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Yesterday my cousin Nate and I went to the Andy Warhol Museum. He’s heading back to ASU tomorrow to start his sophomore year, and the museum was one of the last unchecked items on his summer-in-Pittsburgh bucket list. Being the bad Yinzer that I am, I’d never been either. Plus, I love learning, so I agreed to join him. (And naturally, like a good little blogger, I wanted to post about it.)

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But then, I walked in and realized no cameras were allowed. That won’t stop me, I thought. I’m still going to get my learn on and I can tell them allllll about that!  It really was a great plan, except that I walked out with more questions than knowledge. Sorry.

Let me start by saying this: I don’t know anything about art. I like pretty things, and sometimes I like art that makes you stop and think, but I am really, really clueless about art in general.

Andy Warhol, Self-Portrait, 1986, © AWF

Andy Warhol, Self-Portrait, 1986, © AWF

I went into the museum knowing a few fun facts:

  • Andy Warhol is an artist known for his pop art.
  • He is from Pittsburgh. (Like me! And Heinz! And Mr. Rogers!)
  • He made that fun, brightly-colored Marilyn Monroe painting and the one of the Campbell’s soup can.
  • He had funky hair.
  • He preferred boys.
  • He was good friends with Yoko Ono. 

We walked in, and the nice lady who took our money suggested we start at the top floor and work our way down. Good deal. Off we went.

We arrived on the 7th floor (our first stop) to find it was dedicated to Genesis Breyer P-Orridge. Go ahead, Google that. I’ll wait.

Welcome back. Did you see what I’m talking about? I know! Whaaaat? I think I was mostly confused because couldn’t find anything that explained what this had to do with Andy Warhol. So lost. And uncomfortable because I was there with my baby cousin and there were genitals everywhere. Awkward. Even if he’s not a baby anymore. Awk-freaking-ward. Oh and there was a wooden bunny carving covered in the artist’s (and the artist’s lover’s) blood, and the lover’s ponytail glued to it’s head. Color me confused.

Not to worry, we (quickly) moved on to the next floor, which was dedicated to Andy’s film projects. Andy Warhol made movies – who knew? Here we go, I’m learning! About Andy Warhol. This is cool. Did you know that Andy Warhol had his own show on MTV in the 80’s? So cool. Did you know that he made movies about people doing normal, everyday activities? Probably not, because while they were popular on the art scene, they never achieved much commercial success. Still, so cool. Did you know that one of those movies was a 5+ hour movie of his lover sleeping? Yep. We saw part of it. We saw the part where the camera is still and focused on naked, sleeping man-butt.

Baby cousin.

Back to awkward. 

Moving on.

Andy Warhol, Campbell’s Soup I Tomato, 1968, ©AWF

Andy Warhol, Campbell’s Soup I Tomato, 1968, ©AWF

The whole thing was very, very interesting, but it was far less awkward on floors 1-5. Here are a few other facts I learned:

  • He was a bit of a hoarder. No one called it that, of course, because he was famous and fabulous so he was just eccentric but he had 612 cardboard boxes filled with mementos. (You know, things like Christmas cards, gifts from friends…and pizza dough.) He called them his Time Capsules. 
  • He was very close with his mother. She was very supportive of his artwork and was the subject of films and paintings.
  • He was good friends with Edie Sedgwick and he spent a good bit of time at Studio 54 with Bianca Jagger.
  • He was fascinated by Hollywood movie stars.
  • He was a co-founder of Interview Magazine, which is still in print today.
  • His Oxidation painting involved having his friends pee on his artwork.
  • He was once shot by a radical feminist who believed the male species should be eliminated. He survived, and during his recovery his artwork took a morbid turn. The silk screening method used in the Marilyn paintings was also used to create Skull.
  • He died in 1987.

But I had soooo many questions that were never answered. So I spent some quality time with my good friend Google.

  • Was it just Andy and his mom when he was growing up? No one else was mentioned. (Nope, he had two older brothers and a father who was also very supportive of his art. He made sure to save the money for Andy to study art in college because he realized his son had talent. He passed away when Andy was just 13.)
  • Who was Edie Sedgwick? (A troubled socialite who died of a drug overdose at age 28.)
  • How old was Andy when he died? (58)
  • How did he die? (Post-operative cardiac arrhythmia in his sleep while recovering from gallbladder surgery)
  • What is the link between Warhol and Genesis Breyer P-Orridge? (I still have no idea.)
  • What is the link between Warhol and Nick Bubash (another artist whose work was on display at the museum)? (I still have no idea.)
Andy Warhol, Kimiko Powers, 1972, © AWF

Andy Warhol, Kimiko Powers, 1972, © AWF

Huh. Apparently I had more to share about it than I thought. How about that.

I really don’t care that much about “Beauties.” What I really like are Talkers. – Andy Warhol

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Wordless Weekend Recap

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Ever have a day where words just…aren’t working?  It’s not an unproductive day by any means, but the moment you open your mouth you fail to make any sense so it’s best to just keep your mouth shut and go about your day so people aren’t subjected to stuttering, “uhh”s and run-on sentences? Yup.

So, in honor of my useless vocabulary, here’s a weekend recap comprised of lots of photos and not many words.

The 'Burgh.

The ‘Burgh.

The rope swing.

The rope swing.

The monkeys.

The monkeys.

The vessel.

The vessel.

The captain.

The captain.

The pallet-scavenger.

The pallet-scavenger.

The grandparents.

The grandparents.

The goal <3

The goal.

 

Did everyone have a good weekend? Are you able to properly articulate it?

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5 Things That Are Making Me Smile Today

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I’m in a blah mood this afternoon. I blame the weather. I was perfectly perky this morning when the sun was out, but since the grey clouds rolled in, I’ve lost my oomph. Maybe I just need a nap. Either way, I’m not dwelling. I’m going to switch my attention to more pleasant things.

So, *drumroll please*, here are 5 little things that are making me happy right now:

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1. My nail polish. (It’s Sally Hansen Xtreme Wear in Grey Area) I’d show you a photo of my nails, but I’m a sloppy nail-painter. Just trust me, it’s a great color out of the bottle, too.

2. This cute little fuzz butt. Look, he’s sticking his tongue out in his sleep!

3. Nutella. I don’t get excited about chocolate, like, ever. But Nutella? Yum. Just Yum.

4. My new dryer. It doesn’t fold my clothes and put them away for me, but it’s still pretty awesome.

5. Pennsylvania Macaroni Co. I made a trip to this heavenly shop in Pittsburgh’s Strip District last week and now my fridge is filled with yummy cheeses (fresh asiago and d’affinois) and sun-dried tomatoes and Margharita pepperoni. 

 

Hmm…now that I look at this list I think I know why I’m out of sorts. 2 of my 5 happy makers are edible, and they are the ones that perk me up the most. Seems I’m hungry. So now I’m off to stuff myself full of cheese and other assorted yummies. 

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What are some of the little things that are making you smile today?

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My So-So Weekend

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Happy Monday, everyone. I’m feeling particularly blah today, and my ADD is kicking my butt so I apologize in advance if this post is less than sparkly or downright confusing or riddled with run-on sentences. My brain is not cooperating today.

Did everyone have a good weekend? My wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t anything special. Saturday we went shopping. Not the fun kind of shopping where I come home with new shoes or the rose gold Michael Kors watch that I’ve been coveting, but the kind of grown-up shopping where you have to spend a bunch of money on a major appliance. We went dryer shopping. In the pouring down rain, so it was a dreary day all around. In the end though, we got a kick-ass deal that made me really happy because we came home with a much nicer dryer than we expected to find within our budget. Then I realized I was freakin’ stoked about a new dryer and immediately felt old and boring. But Mr. B and I ate lunch at Five Guys and my inner fat kid was pleased, so I forgot about being old and boring and stuffed myself with a bacon cheese burger and cajun fries. 

Yesterday we went for a horseback ride, which was a very nice time until my horse, Sally, lost both of her back shoes, and her tender little feet started hurting when we were approximately 7 miles away from home. I felt awful that she was in pain, so I got off her back and walked with her. Even then she was clearly very uncomfortable. Since she’s spoiled, she got a ride back home in the trailer, and she’s scheduled for a mani/pedi later this week. 

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I also figured out how to braid Sally’s tail a fun new way (because I still love playing with her hair like she’s a My Little Pony) but I will spare you the photos of my horse’s ass. You’re welcome.

I really hope everyone else is having a more productive Monday than I am. I truly feel like I’m not getting anything done today, and I’m not so thrilled about it. I just can’t get my brain to function properly. But, I did have a very productive day on Friday, and I guess you can’t win them all.

Tell me stories about all the fabulous things that you are accomplishing today so that I may live vicariously through you. Pretty please?


More Vacation Pictures (And Why We All Got Fried To A Crisp)

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If you stopped by yesterday, you know that the entire week that we were in Clarksville, VA the weather was amazing. Sunny and scorching hot – perfect boating weather. So it’s really no surprise that a few (ok, one) full day on the water would leave us all a little crispy. Fortunately, we were wise enough to pop down to Food Lion and stock up on SPF 50. (If you know my family, you know that’s huge. We all tan easily and rarely burn, especially in the middle of July, so we rarely use anything stronger than SPF 15. SPF 30 max, and that’s only when we are reintroducing our skin to the sun after a long Pittsburgh winter. Please save the sunscreen preaching…I know.) We all made sure to reapply liberally and often the rest of the week, and by the time we got home, most of our burns had mellowed to a golden tan or slight pink. And honestly, with stuff like this in our backyard, how could we not spend the whole week outside??

Despite how gorgeous it was, we spent most of the week with this view of the house. My parents brought their pontoon boat and jet skis, and Mr. B and I took our boat, so everyone spent most of their time in or on the water.

Despite how gorgeous it was, we spent most of the week with this view of the house. My parents brought their pontoon boat and jet skis, and Mr. B and I took our boat, so everyone spent most of their time in or on the water.

 

Joey joined us on the boat most days. He preferred the relaxed atmosphere of the pontoon. He curled up in the shade and napped.

Joey joined us on the boat most days. He preferred the relaxed atmosphere of the pontoon. He curled up in the shade and napped. He was in heaven.

 

We spent a lot of time relaxing in a few of the many little coves.

We spent a lot of time relaxing in a few of the many little coves…

 

...and in the middle of the lake on some of the most beautiful water I've ever seen.

…and in the middle of the lake on some of the most beautiful water I’ve ever seen.

 

Even Joey enjoyed floating around.

Even Joey enjoyed floating around.

 

The guys did a little fishing. My brother caught a nice this nice bass...

The guys did a little fishing. My brother caught a this nice bass…

 

...and Mr. B caught some catfish that my brother fried up for dinner.

…and Mr. B caught some catfish that my brother fried up for dinner.

 

It was delicious. Even my dad - who claims he hates seafood so much that he hadn't eaten any in 45 years - tried it. He liked it so much he went back for seconds.

It was delicious. Even my dad – who claims he hates seafood so much that he hadn’t eaten any in 45 years – tried it. He liked it so much he went back for seconds.

 

We explored the lake a bit and found the (huge) dam...

We explored the lake a bit and found the (huge) dam…

 

...and on the North Carolina side of the lake we found this cute little beach where we stopped to have a picnic.

…and on the North Carolina side of the lake we found this cute little beach where we stopped to have a picnic.

 

Everyone had a blast with the jet skis, especially Mr. B. This was the first time I'd really seen him cut loose on one, he's crazy!

Everyone had a blast with the jet skis, especially Mr. B. This was the first time I’d really seen him cut loose on one, he’s crazy!

 

They even used the jet ski to pull Mr. B on a wakeboard. Everyone reported back that it's much easier on a boat - for both the driver and the boarder.

They even used the jet ski to pull Mr. B on a wakeboard. Everyone reported back that it’s much easier on a boat – for both the driver and the boarder.

 

And of course, there was a lot of tubing and wakeboarding. You know, because we weren't sore enough from the sunburns.

And of course, there was a lot of tubing and wakeboarding. You know, because we weren’t sore enough from the sunburns.

There was also a lot of eating. My parents’ boat has a grill, which was super handy. Plus, my brother is a chef. He didn’t do a ton of cooking but he did make us some delicious roasted chicken one night, and his salsa verde was ahhh-mazing. Weirdly, it’s great on top of a hamburger. I didn’t get any pictures of that though because I was too busy stuffing my face. Oops.

 


Vacation Recap (And Why We Should Have Stayed At The Lake)

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Happy hump day! I can’t believe this week is only half over. It hasn’t been a good one.

We got home from the lake on Saturday, unpacked and vegged out on the couch because that’s really all we had the energy for. We woke up Sunday morning to find that the pump that brings the water up from our well had crapped out. So we spent all day finding/picking up/installing a new pump. It was gross and expensive. Then on Monday, the dryer died. Mr. B’s appliance-repairman uncle came yesterday and determined that it was beyond repair. Freakin’ awesome. So I am now researching and hunting down a new dryer that doesn’t cost a million dollars but will last longer than 3 years. Can anyone recommend a good gas dryer? I will love you forever if you can point me in the right direction because I’m clueless.

Anywhooo, let’s pretend I’m still on vacation. Because really, we never should have come home.

Ten of us spent a week at a lake house in Clarksville, VA on Kerr Lake, which is also known as Buggs Island Lake. Kerr Lake is a huge man-made reservoir with 800 miles of shoreline that covers more than 50,000 acres. It straddles Virginia and North Carolina. Clarksville is the tiny, adorable town on the water. We had amazing weather, it was sunny and 90+ every day, with only one passing thundershower, and the water was 80 degrees. We really couldn’t have asked for better boating weather. I didn’t use my beach towel all week; it was so hot that it felt good to air dry. I love warm weather, so I was a happy camper.

Ok, now that we’ve got those boring details out of the way, here are some pictures:

The beautiful house we rented.

The beautiful house we rented.

 

It looked much bigger from the back. Isn't that deck amazing?!

It looked much bigger from the back. Isn’t that deck amazing?!

 

There was a short, wooded path to a private dock. It was so pretty!

There was a short, wooded path to a private dock. It was so pretty!

 

The lake was high, so we had to wade to the dock. It was less of a pain in the ass than I'd imagined. Plus, the water level dropped as the week went on, so by the time we left it wasn't even knee-high.

The lake was high, so we had to wade to the dock. It was less of a pain in the ass than I’d imagined. Plus, the water level dropped as the week went on, so by the time we left it wasn’t even knee-high.

 

The house was situated on a wildlife reserve, so we had this bald eagle as a neighbor. We could watch him from the dock, it was pretty amazing.

The house was situated on a wildlife reserve, so we had this bald eagle as a neighbor. We could watch him from the dock, it was pretty awesome.

 

There was a small orchard down the road, complete with grape vines, pear trees, and what we can only assume is a homemade lawn ornament.

There was a small orchard down the road, complete with grape vines, pear trees, and what we can only assume is a homemade lawn ornament.

 

The town of Clarksville is so quaint and cute. This is a view of it from the water.

The town of Clarksville is so quaint and cute. This is a view of it from the water.

 

It's even cute at night.

It’s even cute at night.

 

 

This old tobacco warehouse in the middle of town is now used as boat storage in the off-season.

This old tobacco warehouse in the middle of town is now used as boat storage in the off-season. (Sidenote: it looks like my dad is acting as a tour guide here, but I think he was just pointing to the liquor store next door.)

 

This cute little antique store was run by the sweetest old lady, who was probably older than most of the treasures she sold.

This cute little antique store was run by the sweetest old lady, who was probably older than most of the treasures she sold.

 

We found an amazing little B&B/restaurant/wine bar where we had dinner on the patio. If you ever visit Clarksville, you have to stop at Cooper's landing. The food was delish and the patio was beautiful.

We found an amazing little B&B/restaurant/wine bar where we had dinner on the patio. If you ever visit Clarksville, you have to stop at Cooper’s Landing. The food was delish, the service was excellent, and the patio was gorgeous.

 

 

Every year near the end of July, Clarksville hosts Lakefest. Here, everyone is gathering in the thrift store parking lot to enjoy some live music and carnival food.

Every year near the end of July, Clarksville hosts Lakefest. Here, everyone is gathering in the thrift store parking lot to enjoy some live music and carnival food.

 

There is even a little carnival for Lakefest. Without exaggeration, this is the entire thing.

There is even a little carnival for Lakefest. Without exaggeration, this is the entire thing.

 

And obviously, since this was a family vacation, we had to take the requisite matching-shirt-family-photo.

And obviously, since this was a family vacation, we had to take the requisite matching-shirt-family-photo.

We had a great time exploring the little town, but we spent most of our time on the lake. Come back tomorrow to see all the fun we had on the water 🙂


Rhonda the Roomba*

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*This is not a sponsored post, even though it will probably sound like one. I’m just really, really excited about my new vacuum cleaner. Good lord, when did I get so old??

I got a Roomba! And I named her Rhonda, because every vacuum cleaner needs a name, duh. Our old vacuum was sucking at life and the fur babies shed like nobody’s business, so Mr. B and I broke down and bought a Roomba. For those of you who don’t know, Roombas are robot vacuum cleaners. (Dude, I feel like Jane Jetson. My vacuum cleaner is a robot!) (Dammit, I should have named her Rosie. Ah, well.) Anyway, instead of lugging out the sweeper, plugging it in and dragging it all over the house everyday (yeah, the dogs Joey sheds that bad), all I have to do is press a little button and she does it all by herself! I can even set her schedule so that she starts up all by herself at the appointed time on the appointed day. It’s a nifty feature, except the first time she started up for a “scheduled clean” I was sitting right next to her and almost jumped out of my skin when she started her little here-I-go beeps. 

I hate vacuuming and would be perfectly content to never do it ever again. Also, I really wanted to watch the dogs lose their shit. But I can’t say I was expecting it to actually vacuum that well. The user reviews are what sold me on it, to be honest. People really love their Roombas. Don’t believe me? Check out their website. I’m not the only one who loved their sweeper so much that they named her. (Slightly off -topic, but I should mention I am that bad, bad person who uses reviews to make big-ish decisions, but I rarely write reviews on the stuff I buy. I need to work on that.)

I’m pleased to report that she picks up crap like a champ. I’m really impressed. I wasn’t sure if she was kicking ass or if the house just looked better because it got vacuumed daily. That is, until the other night when I emptied the catch bin and found a piece of a rawhide dog chew and a nickel. I don’t know much about vacuums, but I’m pretty sure that kind of stuff would break a normal sweeper, wouldn’t it? 

We have hardwood floors throughout most of the house, which I LOVE, but they show everything. Every single dog hair and every speck of dust. All of it. So when I slacked on my homemaker duties, it was very obvious. Gross little dust-bunny/hair-balls would gather around the legs of the furniture, and Joey, the helpful little f*cker that he is, would go around and “pick them up” and come scampering back to me with that grossness stuck to his nose. I swear, he was pointing out my flaws. But now, thanks to Rhonda, it’s not a problem. You go, girl.

Anywho, I’m sure you aren’t super-concerned about the effectiveness of my new vacuum cleaner. I know the whole reason you are still reading this is because you want to know if the dogs really did lose their shit over the robot. Well, sadly, Daisie didn’t. She watched it with a cautious eye the first time, but now she just ignores it. (Which is exactly how she treated Joey when we brought him home.) Joey, on the other hand, doesn’t know what to think of it. Some days, he runs from it. Some days, he wants to play with it. And other days, like today (weeks after the Rhonda first appeared in his life), he tells it how he really feels about it:

 

Until, of course, he realizes he’s being watched/filmed.


Kenny On The Boat

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Happy Wednesday, friends! How was your weekend? Mine was wayyy too much fun, which is why a blog post didn’t happen Monday. I had too much to do, and not nearly enough energy to do it. You know, recovery mode. And then yesterday, I had major internet issues that I’m not even going to get into because I’m sure you don’t want to hear a rant about how our internet provider sucks balls and we have no other options because they are the only game in town. Yeah.

Anyway, this weekend was one of my favorite summer activities: Kenny on the Boat. What the hell is that, you ask? Well, allow me to explain…

For the past few years, Kenny Chesney has come to Pittsburgh on his summer tours, and every year it is a huge deal. I don’t know if his concerts are so popular in other cities, but in the ‘Burgh, it’s big. People flock to the venue, not just for the music, but for the massive party. Tons of people who don’t even tickets come just to tailgate. And ever since they moved the concert to Heinz Field, the party spills over from the parking lot, to the river. Days (sometimes a week or so) before the concert, boats start lining up, reserving good party spots in the river.

This was the scene Friday morning, the day before the concert.

This was the scene Friday morning, the day before the concert.

If you haven’t had the pleasure of visiting Pittsburgh, I should explain that it is famous for our three rivers. The point where the Allegheny River meets the Monongahela River to form the Ohio River is known simply as “The Point”. Heinz Field is located along water at The Point.

Because the stadium opens up to the water, you can usually hear the concert from the boats, but that is only part of the lure. This year, thanks to an unfortunately-placed canopy, we couldn’t hear the music as well as we’d hoped. No worries though, as it was still a beautiful day and super-fun crowd. Really, a lot of people just use the concert as an excuse to get together and enjoy the river (or tailgate, as there is one heck of a party in the parking lot before this particular concert).

Several of our friends joined us, some bringing their own boats, some hitching a ride on on of the half-dozen or so nautical vessels we trekked to the city. My parents loaded up their new pontoon boat and joined us for their first ever Kenny On The Boat experience. My cousin and her husband even came in from Buffalo for the weekend. It was a great group of people; everyone had a blast together. I’m so thankful to have such awesome friends and family.

This year, we didn’t just hit the river for the concert on Saturday. We ventured downtown on Friday to get in a little extra river time and to check out a “beach bar” we’d heard about down the Ohio River. It was a blast. We ate a bunch, drank too much and partied the night away. Who knew Pittsburgh had a beach bar?? Not this girl. But it rocked, and we will definitely be returning.

Mr. B, enjoying the shade and a cold beer before heading to the beach bar.

Mr. B, enjoying the shade and a cold beer before heading to the beach bar.

On Saturday, we had a full day of fun and sun. We cruised up to my parents’ marina, played on the water a little bit, then went to Station Square for dinner before tying up to enjoy the festivities and music.  

Our view from the river once the concert began. This is only a small fraction of the boats; they were spread out in every direction, so it was impossible to get a shot of them all!

Our view from the river once the concert began. This is only a small fraction of the boats; they were spread out in every direction, so it was impossible to get a shot of them all!

Even though it was difficult to hear the concert, we still had a great time. The company was awesome, the beers were cold and the view was spectacular.

Such a pretty city

Such a pretty city

All in all, I’d say our 3rd Annual Kenny On The Boat was a success! I can’t wait to do it again next year!*

 

*Though, to all my fellow Kenny-On-The-Boat-ers, maybe next year a trip to the beach bar and the Kenny concert could happen on different weekends? I feel so old saying this, but I can’t hang like I used to! The recovery process kicked my azz. Monday suckkkked. 


10 Tips for Buying a Vehicle Online

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In my family, we have a lot of used car salesmen. It’s just our thing, I guess. Maybe it’s because I’ve been around the car industry my whole life, or maybe it’s just because I love to travel, but I thought nothing of it the first time hopped on a plane to go buy a car. I’ve bought cars from North Carolina and Alabama and Mr. B and I have traveled to St. Louis and the opposite end of Ohio to buy boats. By expanding our search radius, we’ve gotten some amazing deals that we wouldn’t have otherwise found, but along the way we’ve noticed something: people think it’s kind of crazy to go so far.

Yes, I’ll admit, it’s a lot of extra work. But the way we see it, if a day or two in the car helps us get a great price on something we will love for years, it’s worth it. Plus, we both love to drive and truly enjoy traveling together, so it isn’t a hardship for us to spend time on a plane or in a car together. We’ve had to drive to get the boats (we needed to take the truck with us so we could haul them home), but our first trip together was actually a flight to Alabama followed by a 12+ hour drive home in my new-to-me convertible. We’d only been dating for about 2 months, if that, but we had a blast and we’ve loved traveling together ever since. 

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Here are our tips for shopping outside of your hometown for cars, trucks and recreational vehicles:

1.) Look around home first. You never know, you may get lucky and save yourself a road trip. If nothing else, you will have a good starting point when comparing prices and options. If you are looking for a car or truck, this is a good time to test drive vehicles to make sure you love that particular make and model before you start shopping for it 3 states away.
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3 Reasons Why Living in the Country Rocks

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There are a few reasons why I get annoyed with where we live. But there are SO many more reasons why I love it.

Here are 3 reasons why living in the country rocks:

#1: This happens:

Yep, that's a bear. In my yard.

Yep, that’s a bear. In my yard.

 

 

#2: I get to drive a big tractor.

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#3: I get to see these lazy butts from my bedroom window. Or my front porch swing. Either way, it’s pretty freakin’ cool.

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What do you love most about where you live?