Hauling Ass

We have contact!  I have the internet!  (big exhale).  Geez, that sucked – that moving thing.  At some point in the last days of packing up a house to move to a bitty townhome/apartment, I cried to the Mexican that I didn’t think I could do it.  I’ve been working steady overtime and I felt completely drained and exhausted.

The Mexican said to me he knew I could do it.  “And you know how I know?  Because you have to.”

But he also said to not worry because he had my back.  And boy did he come through.  I don’t see how Andrea and I would now be in our new home if it wasn’t for his coordinating the move.

And driving the uhaul.

Where will I go next?

Aw, I think I’ll settle into this cute little townhouse I’ve been trying to clean and organize in the evenings.  I just may stay here for awhile.

Moving On

While everyone else enjoys a fun and/or relaxing weekend, I’ll be dealing with this…

Off to get the uhaul!

This Weekend?

• 4 hours getting my hair turned from blond to brunette.
• 3 naps.
• 1 duck derby.

Kicking ass:

Stragglers:

History always repeats itself. Sort of.

In 1952, my mom and dad went on their first date and shared a Coca-Cola with two straws out of one of those (now) old-fashioned contoured glasses.

This weekend, the Mexican and I went on our hundred-somethingth date and shared a margarita with two straws out of a fishbowl.

Happy Spoil Me Day

You know, the Mexican would’ve mowed my lawn… was coming over with his lawn mower last Saturday to mow my lawn… but I got mad about something, shouted “just take me home!” and said I didn’t want to see him.  Or his stupid lawn mower, right?

We made up Thursday.  I think we always made up within a day before so this one lasted long.  Usually it’s me getting hot-headed and he asks, “What, are you trying to spice things up?”  That makes me laugh.

In honor of our making up, I’ll finally finish blogging about our little roadtrip getaway.

So we had the most relaxing time ever and then Sunday we drove to Manhattan.  I was told Manhattan, Kansas had a sign like the Hollywood sign so I was pissed off when I saw this:

It’s nothing like the Hollywood sign.  But it is big… and we did go up there.  And what did we see from up there?  MY INITIALS on the hill across town!

Wow, Manhattan.  What can I say?

Then today was an awesome Mother’s Day even though I became deathly ill and had to go to urgent care on a Sunday with no insurance and get tested for swine flu.  Yes, I have no medical insurance right now.  Ugh.  I also have no swine flu.  And thank God I finally have antibiotics and have stopped shivering with chills.  I cannot miss one single day of work… I have to get hired on permanently and get medical benefits!  Please God!

The girl was a sweetheart and got me a bunch of little gifts.  But of course, my favorite thing was on her card.

“P.S.  Let’s pretend I got this tattoo.”  I am so loved!

Emeralds and Rubies and Her Little Dog, Too

We’re not done yet.  Wamego, Kansas has lots of themed Wizard of Oz businesses.  There’s the Poppyfield Art Gallery (zzzz) and JavOZo’s Coffee Bar.  Here’s Emerald City Market.  And me!

For lunch we ate here:

The place was the weirdest amalgamation of ‘Mexican restaurant’ and ‘Toto’ decor.  It couldn’t decide if it was Cancun or Kansas!  For instance, there was a gigantic beach mural on one wall… but if you looked closely there was a tiny Toto surfing towards the shore.  There was a big sombrero filled with tropical fruits and flowers… stamped with Toto’s and sunflowers all around.

Speaking of sombreros, look what flew off Toto’s head in this mural copying a classic picture from the book:

Ha!

I appreciate clever logos.  Lookit!  Emerald City from wine bottles!!:

Aside from nature… (inside from nature?)… there is just nothing prettier to me than all the jewel colors in a winery.  And the Oz Winery has the cutest wine names ever.

Everything from O to Z

The Mexican said he’d drive me anywhere I wanted to go this past weekend and did I know where I wanted to go?  DID I?  THE WIZARD OF OZ MUSEUM in Wamego, Kansas… yeah baby!

I’ve only been wanting to go there since… forever!

Our destination as it appears on their website.  (The place really does look like this.  You enter the museum through the screen door of Dorothy’s old Kansas house… and instantly you’re in beautiful, colorful Munchkinland)…

Then you meander through the whole thing and end up exiting another door onto her porch.  Which, I have a bone to pick with the movie (or maybe the book – I can’t remember how it describes it).  But *I* think when she wakes up everything should then remain in color.  I understand the grayness at the beginning, but the end should definitely be in color.  Anyone who understands the story would agree.  Hrmph.

House on witch:

Tornadoes make her sweaty:

The scarecrow was terribly real-looking.  I kept thinking he was going to yell BOO like some haunted house character.

The Tin Man was always my favorite but I’m just not feeling him anymore.

I mean, I still love him.  Any man who cares so much about a heart is a man after my own heart…but my favorite Oz character is now Glinda.  No idea.

I’m frightened, Auntie Em!  I’m frightened!

Pay no attention to that girl in front of the curtains.

This huge picture was so cool.  At first I thought it was made out of millions of dots…

But it was made out of words – Wizard of Oz words – It’s the book!

My favorite, the Good Witch of the North:

She’s so cool.

When you exit the house/museum, THIS is what greets you:

He could tell he had a heart.  “Cause now it’s breaking.”  Aww!