i am gonna see it.
b/c my movie theatres sell beer.
that is why.
snakes.
on.
a.
mother.
fuckin'.
plane.
seriously.
are tickets on sale yet?
am i weird to think it will be so sold out?
what.
ever.
awesome.
ness.

still day two: "are we there yet?"

why yes we are.

surprise #1: champagne and flowers. a welcome home gift from a thoughtful friend.

suprise #2: a giant birthday gift from same thoughtful friend. how did he know i wanted a 20ft red arrow? he must be a mind reader.

"watch out for the bats!" this is us at our first austin-y thing--there are alot of bats under a bridge and at sunset they fly out. yes this is a thing.


so there you have it. we made it. finally.
we liked it so much, we did another road trip to la last week.
yep, we are suckers.

day 2: and the second day started with a big fat happy birthday to me. that is me almost puking from the sweetness. or maybe it was the comforter.

and back on the road we go. walter learned to be very tolerant of truck due to the small quarters. but we were both quite jealous that truck was the only one who could stretch his legs anytime during the trip.

here we decided to take a break and play 'i will show you mine if you show me yours' with our pics of the trip thus far.

alot of my pics looked like this.

and the view from another texas bound car looked like this.


to be continued...

for those of you that didn't have a love affair with interstate 10 recently, here is an example of what it may have looked like if you drove from la to austin with four doggies.

day 1: and our journey began to the texas. truck parked himself in my lap immediately. (pathetic pun intended.) and when i would attempt to move him he gave me the best puppy dog eyes. somehow he is a pro.


byebye california. we never liked you that much anyway.


walter must've taken this unposed candid snap shot of me. oh, he is so photo happy on a roadtrip. he may have a little akita in him.


the sign that littered our whole journey. i took a million pics of this, but considering there is fuck all along the way, they all looked the same.


the road lies ahead. a shitload of road. my butt still hurts.


to be continued...

i live in austin.
this is true.
but i dont know if i have fully been able to relax and take it in.
i dont have a job (crossing fingers toes and genitalia that this will change tomorrow-i bought a suit for fuck sake).
which makes it hard for me to let myself spend too much money on going out.
i can drink myself silly in the comforts of my new home.
on my new couch.
or eat cheap at my new dining table.
watch a netflix movie on my tv that sits atop my new (1940's radio converted) tv stand.
and then pass out in my new bed.
do laundry with my very own washer and dryer.
and then put them away in my new dresser.
i of course havent technically spent any money--this is all on credit.
on my visa, my mastercard, and my mattcard (where interest can be paid in blowjobs).
and while we have all of these 'new' things, we havent gone to nice pretty shiny stores.
we have peoples old shit.
whether they tossed it in the garbage (big trash day!), given to thrift stores, or posted on craigslist (god love the list of craig!) we have accquired some gently loved items but also some furniture that was in very abusive/neglectful relationships.
home depot and wood markers have been my bestest friends since i have moved to tay-haas.

wow. i need to get a life before i start talking about our new hose holder...no that isnt as hot as it sounds.