I told that bitch she was so ugly I'd shoot her in the head like a lame horse and do her man a favor
I made it to Montana. It took four days to get here. We ran out of money in Iowa and then again in Wyoming because we somehow misplaced a $400 cashier's check. Oie. But, we maaaade it, thanks to WalMart money orders. It was an interesting trip....three dogs, a cat and two people crammed into an Isuzu Rodeo. The middle of the country is flat, boring and full of corn. I don't ever plan on going back there.
Other than that, things here have been uneventful. I'm just trying to get situated and find a job at the same time. Justin already has a job at the local Town Pump. Now, we just need to find his ID so he can go back to work. I figure once we unpack everything we'll find everything we lost.
We have a whole apartment downstairs to ourselves, and my mom is slowly losing interest in our day to day lives. The first three days were hairy, but its slowly getting better. We even went out to lunch together. Its good to be back around some SUPPORTIVE family for once.
My first weekend here we went to a rodeo in West Yellowstone and I got to go horseback riding with my oldest friend in the entire world, Bobbe. It was like we were back in 6th grade together again. It was awesome to see her. She lives in her truck with her two dogs and her three horses tied to her trailer. Somehow I always knew she'd end up that way. lol
My car made it all the way here with no problem, until about the second day. The alternator is shot. The guy said that the battery must have tipped and sprayed acid everywhere and fried the alternator. BUT, my mom found us one for $50 and he said he'll put it in, so I should have it by this weekend. Whoo! Fourwheeling up a mountain is the plan for this weekend.
I'm going to steal my mom's camera (since I lost mine to the pawn shop), and get some pics up here within the week of all of us....Justin, me, Sigmond, Roxanne, Kona, and Marley. The whole travelin' crew. I wish I would have taken a picture of our car before we unpacked it. It had about eight garbage bags on top with a blanket keeping them from flying off. We kept running into the same bikers the whole way through South Dakota and Wyoming...."Your blanket sure does look pretty flapping in the wind."
God damn, I'm glad to be back....I never thought I'd be able to say that.
I'm trying to get in touch with Flagler about me going back in Jan. and belting out an eighteen credit hour semester and just living in the dorms till April...when I would FINALLY graduate.
So, life has dealt me some low blows in the past couple of months, but I say fuck em. I made it. I'm just glad I made it out alive.
Montana check list:
Drink with a clown: *check* They call them "bullfighters" here.
Ride a horse: *check* His name was Piglet.
Fourwheel: Not yet
Drink some whiskey with cow polks: *check*
Flirt with bullriders: *double check*
Go fishing: Not yet
Go fourwheeling in my car: *half check*
Laugh: *check*
I expect visitors once we all get real jobs and some money. Don't forget about me out here, people....I have an extra bedroom!!!
~~~Alli
Other than that, things here have been uneventful. I'm just trying to get situated and find a job at the same time. Justin already has a job at the local Town Pump. Now, we just need to find his ID so he can go back to work. I figure once we unpack everything we'll find everything we lost.
We have a whole apartment downstairs to ourselves, and my mom is slowly losing interest in our day to day lives. The first three days were hairy, but its slowly getting better. We even went out to lunch together. Its good to be back around some SUPPORTIVE family for once.
My first weekend here we went to a rodeo in West Yellowstone and I got to go horseback riding with my oldest friend in the entire world, Bobbe. It was like we were back in 6th grade together again. It was awesome to see her. She lives in her truck with her two dogs and her three horses tied to her trailer. Somehow I always knew she'd end up that way. lol
My car made it all the way here with no problem, until about the second day. The alternator is shot. The guy said that the battery must have tipped and sprayed acid everywhere and fried the alternator. BUT, my mom found us one for $50 and he said he'll put it in, so I should have it by this weekend. Whoo! Fourwheeling up a mountain is the plan for this weekend.
I'm going to steal my mom's camera (since I lost mine to the pawn shop), and get some pics up here within the week of all of us....Justin, me, Sigmond, Roxanne, Kona, and Marley. The whole travelin' crew. I wish I would have taken a picture of our car before we unpacked it. It had about eight garbage bags on top with a blanket keeping them from flying off. We kept running into the same bikers the whole way through South Dakota and Wyoming...."Your blanket sure does look pretty flapping in the wind."
God damn, I'm glad to be back....I never thought I'd be able to say that.
I'm trying to get in touch with Flagler about me going back in Jan. and belting out an eighteen credit hour semester and just living in the dorms till April...when I would FINALLY graduate.
So, life has dealt me some low blows in the past couple of months, but I say fuck em. I made it. I'm just glad I made it out alive.
Montana check list:
Drink with a clown: *check* They call them "bullfighters" here.
Ride a horse: *check* His name was Piglet.
Fourwheel: Not yet
Drink some whiskey with cow polks: *check*
Flirt with bullriders: *double check*
Go fishing: Not yet
Go fourwheeling in my car: *half check*
Laugh: *check*
I expect visitors once we all get real jobs and some money. Don't forget about me out here, people....I have an extra bedroom!!!
~~~Alli