Well folks, I am back. It's been way too long also!!
So here's my deal. In November, I left my old house on a Sunday night and started on my journey towards North Carolina. I get 1000 feet from my old door step, and I get my big fat nasty U-Haul stuck in a wash. To those who are not in-the-know, Arizona has areas called washes to evacuate water from neighborhoods as quickly as possible. They can be on the side of a road, run through a neighborhood like a creek, or directly through a street. So anyway, my dad came to the rescue and pulled me out with his Blazer. On the road again...
Monday morning brings me to Bank or America. I need to open a new account so I can have an accessible bank in both states. A few stops to obtain documents for my loan agent and we are on the road. A few hours after finally leaving the Casa Grande area, we find ourselves in Wilcox. I am on edge. Close to freakout status. I'm plain skeered. Can't eat. Can't drink. I am a wreck. My wife says we should gas up on our way out. While leaving the gas station, my wife smacks the trailer she's pulling up against a gas pump. No flames. We bail. Sorry for the dent, U-Haul!! Smooth sailing until Las Cruces, New Mexico. Johnny Law decides to pull me over because the trailer chains are dragging and causing a sparkly light show. Wife and I get separated. She pulls off and ends up about 20 miles away from me. We hook back up and stay the night.
Tuesday comes, and all is well. We blow through Albaquerque and head for Amarillo, Texas. No drama here.
Wednesday morning comes and all is well. That is until my bank card stops working. Flagged as stolen. I love banks. They find lovely ways to separate you and your money. No biggie. We use the wife's, and end up on the road again. This day we actually drive through the panhandle, through Oklahoma and into Arkansas. We slide into 'Lil Rock and decide to drop ancor. Her card gets flagged. Yay. Switch to our other bank card and life is good again.
Thursday morning we call the bank. We rant. We rave. We threaten. We get our way. Bank cards are fixed and we are rolling again. We blaze through Arkansas and head for Tennessee. In Memphis I see on I-40 a woman towing a trailer. All smiles. She blows a tire on her trailer and keeps on going like nothing is wrong. Dumb people...
Thursday night both kids finally fall asleep, and we decide to drive all the way through to North Carolina. We were in Knoxville, and figured that it was cake. The Smokeys are nice this time of year. All smokey and whatnot. At 1:30 in the morning, in Newport, Tennessee (Funny name for a landlocked town), my wife hears a "pop" sound and the truck slows down. Mash the gas and chitty-chitty-bang-bang noises come from under the truck. We pull over and pile the kids into the U-Haul, and pull off at the next exit. I call a tow truck and get my ailing Ford hooked and dropped at the motel. And the fun begins...
Friday morning comes and I am up at 6. I go and wait for the tow truck to pick my Ford and myself up and drag it to a service shop. U-joint decided to part company and bang the hell out of my front gas tank. That and the starter quit working. Two hours later and $212 lighter and we are back on the road. Now it's a mad dash to Raleigh.
At about 7:00 we come close to Raleigh. Our exit is coming up. But there is a slight problem. Construction cones are in the way. We get all kinds of lost. A few wrong turns here and there and we end up on the road that we needed to turn on. Life is good again. At about 8:30 we pull into my buddy's driveway. The trek is over, but the fun continues.
As we struggle to get our lives situated, we endure more delays with getting our house done. Someone used the wrong zip code on one document, and another an "s" was left out of my street address. We finally got our house a week and a half ago. The phone was hooked up last week. Our internet today (stcuk with dial-up again, but cable may be on the way).
So let the fun begin!!
So here's my deal. In November, I left my old house on a Sunday night and started on my journey towards North Carolina. I get 1000 feet from my old door step, and I get my big fat nasty U-Haul stuck in a wash. To those who are not in-the-know, Arizona has areas called washes to evacuate water from neighborhoods as quickly as possible. They can be on the side of a road, run through a neighborhood like a creek, or directly through a street. So anyway, my dad came to the rescue and pulled me out with his Blazer. On the road again...
Monday morning brings me to Bank or America. I need to open a new account so I can have an accessible bank in both states. A few stops to obtain documents for my loan agent and we are on the road. A few hours after finally leaving the Casa Grande area, we find ourselves in Wilcox. I am on edge. Close to freakout status. I'm plain skeered. Can't eat. Can't drink. I am a wreck. My wife says we should gas up on our way out. While leaving the gas station, my wife smacks the trailer she's pulling up against a gas pump. No flames. We bail. Sorry for the dent, U-Haul!! Smooth sailing until Las Cruces, New Mexico. Johnny Law decides to pull me over because the trailer chains are dragging and causing a sparkly light show. Wife and I get separated. She pulls off and ends up about 20 miles away from me. We hook back up and stay the night.
Tuesday comes, and all is well. We blow through Albaquerque and head for Amarillo, Texas. No drama here.
Wednesday morning comes and all is well. That is until my bank card stops working. Flagged as stolen. I love banks. They find lovely ways to separate you and your money. No biggie. We use the wife's, and end up on the road again. This day we actually drive through the panhandle, through Oklahoma and into Arkansas. We slide into 'Lil Rock and decide to drop ancor. Her card gets flagged. Yay. Switch to our other bank card and life is good again.
Thursday morning we call the bank. We rant. We rave. We threaten. We get our way. Bank cards are fixed and we are rolling again. We blaze through Arkansas and head for Tennessee. In Memphis I see on I-40 a woman towing a trailer. All smiles. She blows a tire on her trailer and keeps on going like nothing is wrong. Dumb people...
Thursday night both kids finally fall asleep, and we decide to drive all the way through to North Carolina. We were in Knoxville, and figured that it was cake. The Smokeys are nice this time of year. All smokey and whatnot. At 1:30 in the morning, in Newport, Tennessee (Funny name for a landlocked town), my wife hears a "pop" sound and the truck slows down. Mash the gas and chitty-chitty-bang-bang noises come from under the truck. We pull over and pile the kids into the U-Haul, and pull off at the next exit. I call a tow truck and get my ailing Ford hooked and dropped at the motel. And the fun begins...
Friday morning comes and I am up at 6. I go and wait for the tow truck to pick my Ford and myself up and drag it to a service shop. U-joint decided to part company and bang the hell out of my front gas tank. That and the starter quit working. Two hours later and $212 lighter and we are back on the road. Now it's a mad dash to Raleigh.
At about 7:00 we come close to Raleigh. Our exit is coming up. But there is a slight problem. Construction cones are in the way. We get all kinds of lost. A few wrong turns here and there and we end up on the road that we needed to turn on. Life is good again. At about 8:30 we pull into my buddy's driveway. The trek is over, but the fun continues.
As we struggle to get our lives situated, we endure more delays with getting our house done. Someone used the wrong zip code on one document, and another an "s" was left out of my street address. We finally got our house a week and a half ago. The phone was hooked up last week. Our internet today (stcuk with dial-up again, but cable may be on the way).
So let the fun begin!!
