And...I'm back. Again, apologies for the long periods of time in between posts. I am now in Columbus, GA stationed at Fort Benning. Annie Bird and I are sitting at Barnes and Noble sucking up the free Internet since I don't have it at the house yet.
Shall I backdate? Whew! We are talking about seven months of time I will crunch in. I think I may just go one month at a time so the posts aren't ridiculous in length.
I think I left off with my ass surgery gone awry. Now let me tell you how fun and charming it is to try to explain to all the people concerned about your well being that you just has ass surgery for hemorrhoids at age 30. The looks, the comments and the questions just warm me. haha! Well, I ended up having to go back in for an additional surgery.....but that will be another story for the March month update.
I headed up to Oregon for Christmas leave, having the brilliant idea that it would probably save me money to just drive up there with my dog and cat rather than fly and have to board them. I dropped off a friend at the airport in Phoenix and took off. Now, when I get on the road, I only stop for gas....that's where I refuel, bathroom, buy a redbull, Starbucks mocha cold coffee, sometimes spicy nacho Doritos and Newports and I hit the road again. What can I say? I am a creature of habit...I just didn't say good habits. These are the only stops I authorize myself so that I can make good time. I made it to San Francisco and decided that was enough for one day. The hotels that allow you multiple pets are not always the best and as I continue my journeys, you will see what I mean. I always choose the Motel 6 which is a prime spot for the dregs of society. I hadn't even made it out of my truck before this lady popped up at my window. To say I was startled was an understatement. I wormed my way out of my door which I only opened six inches.....to not let the noodles escape and also to ensure that she didn't invade my vehicle. She proceeded to follow me to the lobby, hot on my heels, asking questions, reassuring me that motel 6 would let me keep animals.....oh, and ask for money. I managed to disengage myself in order to slip my credit card to the bored looking attendant behind her plexi-glass, barred up window and get my key.
After walking Lelu and hauling all my stuff to include the cat up to the SECOND FLOOR room (why they are always sold out of 1st floor rooms is beyond me....maybe I should check in before midnight), I locked and loaded the 9mil and settled in for the night. But Motel 6 was not having it! Instead, the room downstairs decide to have a rave with doors slamming and hardcore partying going on til about four in the morning. Ike (name of the cat at the time) also decided it was party time and decided to conduct a marathon of sprints around the room. Over my body, under the bed, on the table, everywhere. I think the fumes from all the drugs downstairs adversely affected him into rave mood also. By 7am I had decided that two hours of sleep was more than enough and it was time to hit the road again. The wonderfully odd thing about Motel 6 is that in the wee hours it looks like Walmart on Rollback Tuesdays yet as soon as the sun rises, all the roaches crawl back under rocks.
I went across the street to Shell, conducted my allowed stop ritual and was back on the road. But the fun with Ike would not stop. Apparently the drugs were still in his system because he was tearing around the truck like it was his personal race track. He climbed inside my uniform, which was inside the plastic dryer bag, getting himself trapped in there with his head stuck through the little hole at the top where the hangers go. Finally the road must of lulled both Lelu and Ike to sleep and there was peace for a couple hours. However the road was lulling me to sleep and as I crossed from California to Oregon I began furiously dialing everyone I could think of to keep me awake for the next couple of hours. Briz and Annie pulled through for me and I arrived at Mom and Dad's farm by three that afternoon.
After all the hugs and kisses were exchanged, I excused myself to go outside to smoke and Dad suddenly hollered "NO! Sit down Julie and smoke here!" Mind you, Dad is right behind Mom in the "Julie, quit smoking campaign" and I was a little confused. Annie and Mom looked at me with deer in the headlights look and Uncle Bill was firing up Dad....YEAH JERRY!! So I did what any good daughter should do and sat back down on the couch and lit one up. Mom's face was priceless. I opened every window possible, hung half my body out of the house and tried to enjoy myself. Awkward.....and yes, Mom came to me later and told me to not smoke inside again despite Dad's assurances. hee hee.
We had almost all the family there.....Mary was flying in that night and Briz was going to introduce us to his new bride the next week. Ahhhhhh.....I can't begin to describe how much I LOVE my family.
So that brings me to the beginning of Christmas leave. This may go on in more posts than I thought....but enjoy.
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