Bye Bye Bye

Well, today's the day we leave for other worlds, so I won't be posting for a few days...need to find an apartment first! Say some prayers that the weather clears so we don't miss any of our flights! Bon voyage!

Naps are Fun

I hated them as a child, always wanting to be up with the grown-ups to figure out what they were doing because it must've been way better than taking a nap...otherwise, why weren't they going down for a nap?? In my older younger age, naps are like sneaking away to view a glimpse of Heaven. The pillow is my Promised Land. No TV, no problems, just me and my blanket, bed an pillow. Oh, how I love naps. Sometimes I don't love the reason why I take them: the past couple days it's been because I've been tired during the day due to running - yes, running!! - in the morning - early morning. The running has actually been (dare I say it) fun. It just figures that I start getting my groove on right before I move to a foreign country where people don't "work out". They walk everywhere, and that's how they stay so thin.

Taking naps when I return from retirement could pose a serious threat to my working life.

Watching Almost - Obese Delinquents

After driving 9 hours on Thursday and then turning around and driving 9 hours on Friday, today we have finally been able to relax a bit. Most of the suitcases are packed, I was able to put in a run this morning, and now I'm watching the Razorbacks lose to Kentucky. Wiley laughs at me when I watch football; when I get interested, I really get interested. AR was up for the extra point, and as the guy got ready to kick, I yelled, "Do it! Do it! Do it!"

Sometimes I don't know who I am.

In any event, it's been a nice relaxing day for once.

Retirement's A-Spoilin' Me

Today we woke up at 6:30, which is actually kinda nice because it kinda sets me on a routine that I was used to. Then we ate some breakfast, loaded up the car and the four suitcases which are nearing if not over 50 pounds, and headed to Blanchard Springs Caverns, where we saw this:















Talk about kick-ass. You can check out other photos I took here.

What A Burger!!!

Today, Wiley's parents took me to Whatta-Burger. Wiley has mentioned this, so we stopped for a bite. Now, this is not to be confused with What-A-Burger, which is a chain. This is a local delicacy, and boy, was it tasty. They make your burger as soon as you order it: mine was a regular cheeseburger with ketchup, mayo, tomatoes and pickles. We split a bag (and it was a BIG bag) of fries four-ways and I also got a small chocolate shake. If you are in Russellville, AR, then you need to find this place. You'll be greeted by some teen who has a stack of bags in her hand. She will write your order on this bag. Then you stand in line and order your drink. By the time you're finished ordering your drink, your burger will be ready.

Do it. Your taste buds will thank me.

Moving On

Well, around 1:30 yesterday, we finally got on the road. 15 bins didn't make it into storage and are instead at Hiney's. We stopped by Wiley's friend's house on our way to his parent's, and saw the baby and the new house. Both are beautiful. We got to our destination around 8:15 or so last night, and went to bed around 11. Everything is sore, especially my lower back and feet. The lower back pain is due to vacuuming the apartment with a Shop Vac, and especially cleaning up the mess made by the exploding mirror. I moved it to vacuum around it, and POOF! a million little pieces all over my floor. It was a fantastic shatter, but an ungodly mess to clean. But hey, one less thing to store, right?

Today, after I actually get up, my plan is to repack the suitcases so we only really have to deal with one suitcase. That means all four suitcases get to explode in the bedroom. Exploding items seems to be a theme...

And I'm really retired now....so I think I'll get my happy a** back to bed for awhile longer.

Ok, now that I know it works

Here's the new blog. Welcome to Scribblings from Sarajevo, brought to you by the same author as Oggi! Today! I decided to make a new blog and include Wiley in the ramblings. Technically, we should be saving posts for when we actually get over there, and between now and then, blogging will be brief, but I can say a few things:

First, moving sucks. I have been at it all day. Well, all week, but apparently I have a lot of shyt. My 8x10 storage area is just a wee bit small for all the bins I need to put in, so I have to leave some with my good friend Hiney. We moved the big stuff this morning thanks to our other good friends who I'll call Wedded Bliss 1, taking three hours instead of two (because I'm just really slow at this), and then I've just been packing while Wiley's been loading and unloading at the storage facility.

Second, I am catless, which also sucks. Last night we dropped off Rewind and Dixie, and let me just say that my ex is an a**hole. While he was nice and agreed to take Rewind because he knows what a handful he is, when I dropped him off yesterday with extra litter and food (partly because the vet didn't have 9 bags and partly because I figured they could just go get them since the girlfriend is up north sometimes anyway), after making us wait in the driveway while he finished talking to a client, he asked how long the food would last. When I told him it should last three months, he looked at me and said, "And are you going to give me money so I can get him more?" I said that the way the other people were handling it was that they'd bill me and I'd pay when I returned. We're talking about a CPA who makes well over the median salary - and he and GF can't afford $60 for three bags of food and to wait for it?? Come on. Get over yourself. I think he's regretting agreeing to watch Rewind. Suffice it to say, I was a wreck leaving there because of his a**holishness, so I beg of you, if you know of anyone who wants to watch a male cat, please let me know. Rewind has a bit of a history - he likes hands, so if you're not careful, he'll bite, but he's really quite affectionate. So so much for anyone else watching him....sigh. I went to the vet today and got some more food so His High A** won't get his panties in a bunch.

Dropping Dixie off was a much simpler and pleasant task. As soon as she saw Yippy Dog, she stayed perfectly still in my arms and when I put her down, ran promptly under the trunk and wouldn't come out. I've since learned that she can handle herself - she put the smack down on Yippy Dog, and when YD isn't around, she's been out around the pad, getting used to her surroundings.

All right, back to packing. I want to go to bed tonight before leaving for Arkansas in the late morning. Welcome aboard my train!