I Am Woman Hear Me Roar

Early on Monday morning of last week, my friend Janis and I set out for quilt market. We decided to drive this time because my booth had so much stuff and "what was 11 or so hours in the car?". Nothing. Not after the 18 hour trip we braved to Farm Chicks a couple years ago. And that time we were in separate cars. Nevermind I had it in my head that Spokane was just a bit up and to the right from San Francisco. As it turned out it was up, to the right, and almost to Canada.

This time we had Big Alice, our rented 12 foot trailer. She was Big Alice because apparently it's not nice to say Big Ass Trailer over and over again on Twitter. Whatever. Big Ass Trailer. Big Ass Trailer. My blog. I get to say it. And for whatever reason, I love saying it. Big. Ass. Trailer. I drove a Big. Ass. Trailer. 

That explains the title of this post... I am woman hear me roar! Because now that I drove a Big. Ass. Trailer. I am INVINCIBLE. But don't anyone tell Super Husband because I don't want to end up taking out the trash or anything. I've been pretending that I can't do that for about 18 years.

Driving a Big Ass Trailer made me feel like a goddess. Lord knows if you can back up a Big Ass Trailer, you can do anything. And I did. I backed up Big Alice on several occasions. Never mind the Utah men that came to my rescue on those several occasions. I was the driver. So I backed up the big ass trailer. And in the process I amazed (read: amused) everyone around me. 

Note: if you are parking a Big Ass Trailer there are a couple thing to be aware of. A: Don't park going straight into a parking spot because you will have to back up the Big Ass Trailer to get out of the parking spot. And B: When parking in an empty parking lot at night be sure that said EMPTY parking lot will not be a FULL parking lot when you go back in the morning to move your Big Ass Trailer. I'm just saying. (Ummmm... thank you to Derreck, branch manager of Zion Bank who has backed up many Big Ass Trailers in his day and was able to direct me away from the BMW 7 series that sat right in my path and who paid for my parking because Utah men apparently rock... more on the awesome men of Utah later.)

I am also invincible for another reason... Although there *might* have been a few tears shed and a couple screams of horror heard throughout the Salt Lake City Convention center during setup when the workers knocked over and broke one of my shelving unit towers (they fixed it... another reason Utah men rock), everything turned out absolutely as I envisioned it. Absolutely perfectly as I envisioned it.

And then when all the work was done, the car and the trailer were packed and we got back in to go home yesterday morning, we found waiting for us 2 bottles of juice, a bag of Chex Mix and a note from Robby who saved me and valeted the Big Ass Trailer right in front of the Marriott all week, that said, "have a safe trip home". He'd spent part of the tip I'd given him the night before on us. Amazing. Yes, Utah men rock. All is well with the world and I had a fabulous quilt market experience.

I am woman hear me roar!