Welcome to the Life of a Dyed-in-the-wool Fraidycat

The dreams have started again. And the little amounts of sleep.

Tonight the dream was about something happening to the weather. Something snapped and there were thundersotmrs and tornadoes, and nothing was ever the same again.

Then I woke up. After only 2 hours of sleep.

It was like this when I moved to Oklahoma too.

I'm a little homesick for a place I didn't really like that much. Plus, I don't know my new home that well.
But that dream felt so real. That tornado, too.

And for some reason, I found myself breathing through a hamburger bun...

The Sunday Seven....

Topics which I want to address this week:

Walk a mile in my shoes: on my first three-mile trek in heels, at 105 degrees outside

It was a long week, but I made it

Town-living

California dreamin' with M.W. on a sunny Sacramento Saturday...

A taste of parenthood: mmm.... Yummy!

Hola, I don't espeak eyour elanguage -- on washing your clothes in a bilingual laundromat

Why it pays to be nice at work: free basketball tickets, and other fun things

Day 3 on the Road... King of the Road...

.... snap.... snap.... snap.... snap

Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Well not exactly, but I picked up M.W. yesterday in Denver, and we were in Cheyenne, Laramie, Salt Lake and Elko today. Tomorrow we'll finish our trip and install me safely into the new place.

I'm a little nerve-wracked because I started to think about what exactly pushed me to come out here? Certainly this is a dream that I've had for the better part of 7 years. Not sure... I've always liked the weather, though.

Doesn't it seem a little crazy to follow your gut when you don't even know why?

The thing that is certain, however, is that I am even more in like with M.W. than I had ever thought.

If I only Had a Banjo.... I'd play me a Theme Song: Day 1 on the Road

Eastbound and Down loaded up and truckin Ah we gonna do what they say can\'t be
done We\'ve got a long way to go and a short time to get there I\'m eastbound
just watch old bandit run

Make that Westbound, won't you? But check it... IF I ONLY HAD A BANJO..... Ain't it funny how when you're moving cross-country, crazy crap like that keeps running through your head?

I'm near Wichita this morning, and am only scheduled to make it to Denver on my own. Then I'm meeting M.W. at our fave chain restaurant and we're gonna have fish-n-chips and cinnamon raisin apples, and push on toward midnight.

Won't you say a prayer for me/us?
Come on... let's hear a clang clang clang and a root toot toot! I'm soooo tired. Let me detail my last 24 hours for you (say all that in an Eric Cartman voice, and add the word "HE-uh" on the end, and we'll all land in a pile of Monkeys!):

Hour 24 through 23: Finished my last hour at the office (an overnight shift), complete with tons of hugs, few tears (a shocker for me) and one last snub of my b@st@rd supervisor.

Hour 23 through 22: Ran my final paycheck to the bank and procured Breakfast

Hour 22 through 19: Slept on the sofa for last day home precuz (hi Jay!) my bed was disassembled.

Hour 18 through 11: Seriously? I packed. And packed and ran up and down the stairs and packed. And got a pizza from L.C. and packed. Hear me and testify if you know what I'm talkin 'bout HE-uh: I drank an entire 2-litre of sodee-pop and did not pee. Not even once. It was that hot.

Hour 11 through 8: Drove myself and all of my earthly possessions north to ICT.

Hour 8 through 7: Got angered by the fact that the friend I was meeting was quite late. Turns out later, that her friend had just had her appendix out over the 4th of July, and had a real scare in the hospital. So my friend went over and fed her kids and kept her friend company while her husband was out of town on a business trip.

Hour 7 through 5: Dished with my friend and was generally glad to see her. We talked about families, about friends, and about the fact that my fingernails are eroding to the quick because they are thin and peely and don't like lifting heavy boxes.

Hour 5 through hour 1: SLEEP. Sweet Sleep. And now I'm up too early and feel like HEECK! But I'm meeting my sweetheart in Denver in the afternoon.

Hour 0 through hour -1: Breakfast, free at the Hotel. The Business Suite was only tw... three dollars exter (hi Jay). So I have high speed connex right now. Wahoo!

Hour -1 through -10: Drivin' to Denver. Meeting my sweetie. I've had a weird feeling all day that we shouldn't continue past our original city tonight. But it's a little weird for me to tell M.W. that I'm worried about pressing on. When he reads this, he should keep in mind that I am conservative with my life, and don't want to play around with my safety. A weird feeling is a weird feeling. And I'm fine with Denver, not fine with Laramie.

One hour at a time
So there you have it. That is my day. See ya tomorrow. Tomorrow is going to be the tough one, as it's Eewtaw and Nebata.

Keep prayin' and I'll get out my banjo and play us a little driving myoozik!

I'm told I kick ass...

That was the comment of a coworker, as we parted for a last time at the Mont. It was probably the highest form of praise which could ever be received from him.

It was fun seeing everyone together one last time. Oh sure, they will be around here and there, in my new location. But it won't ever be this way again. Comfortable.

There are so many uncertainties, it's no wonder that I have a sick tummy. Well that, and the chips and salsa, the 4 diet cokes, and of course, the mushroom swiss burger. And I haven't even eaten the bourbon-pecan pie, yet!

Sacramento will be a change for me, but I'm so full of anticipation, it's almost useless to worry. Friday I hit the road. Won't you say a prayer for me?