MOVE COMPLETE. BIG NEWS TO COME!
Thanks to a terrific IT Guru and some answered prayers from the Internet Gods, we successfuly relocated our servers. Whew! Stay tuned Boomers 'cause we've got a BIG announcement coming. Here's a tip, when Charlotte heard the news, all she could say was "Eeekkk!"
We're remodeling Blogger HQ to take in some attic space and create a new home office. We've hired our favorite contractors Doug and Christine to tackle this job and basically turn our lives upside down for the next two months. Join us as we find out if remodelers and home owners can peacefully coexist and/or discover if it's OK to hide a body in a construction dumpster.
If you're reading this, go ahead and call off the search party. I survived.
Since we began our remodel project
before the pyramids were built a few weeks ago, I've been dreading two things: 1) Cleaning out the office attic, and 2) Moving furniture and assorted stuff down to the ranch. Neither one of these sounded like much fun and both of them required serious sweat and heavy lifting. Not my thing, y'all.
Charlotte's experience with the DOOR OF DEATH convinced me that you can get HURT moving stuff, so I've been on my guard. That's why I asked our intern if she knew any strong-backed college students who wanted to make a few $$ cleaning out the office attic.
She came through with a couple of Texas A&M refugees looking to make a quick buck. Before I could say, "Where'd I put my Shiner?" they were hauling crap out of the attic like they were auditioning for Cirque du Soleil. Yeah, it was little hot...kinda like this...
Cleaning out the attic was relatively easy (for me). No college kids were harmed and I even found my Shiner. Crisis. Averted.
On to DREADED THING #2: Move to the Ranch.
We've got a small place just outside of Cranfills Gap (for you non-Texans, you may remember this town from its 15-minutes of fame in this commercial for Las Vegas).
It almost made me tear up, seeing how it was like the final scene in Blazing Saddles.
Yeah we had a lot of stuff to move. Deer antlers, TV antenna, refrigerator, bed...everything you need to sustain ranch life. It took a truck. It took manly-moving men. It took almost an entire bottle of Advil.
It took all this stuff, because WE TOOK ALL THIS STUFF
Didja ever seen such a load in your life?
Well, pardner we got it all in the truck and headed south to little ranch on the prairie. It took us all day, on a day when the heat index hit 107 (Charlotte says I exaggerate sometimes - and sometimes I do - but this is no effin' joke). We went through a case of Ozarka before we hit the Exxon in Hico (across the street from the Koffee Kup Kaffe).
We pulled a Larry the Cable Guy (Git'r Done!) and by sundown the movers, Charlotte and I got it all relocated into the ranch house. Satisfied, we watched the moving truck barely make it through the ranch gate and ride off into the sunset. It almost made me tear up, seeing how it was like the final scene in Blazing Saddles.
You know the scene. It's when Sheriff Bart asks the Waco Kid where he's going:
"Where you headed Kid?"
"I've always wanted to go there"
"Care to join me?"
"Don't mind if I do."
In our Cranfills Gap western, the final scene went like this:
"Where you headed fellas?"
"The Beer Barn in Glen Rose"
"Vaya con Dios, my sons"
And that was the last time we saw them, Sheriff.
Was all that effort worth it?
You tell me...
I'll keep you posted as we make our way to the Promise Land of Home Remodel Heaven. We're supposed to be finished
June 7.... June 28... July 1... July 22...who knows!? Stay tuned...