Bugs, Flat Tires...Action!!

If my move to Colorado was fodder for a Lifetime Movie that's what the director would've said before we started the trek across the nation.....At times it felt like an installment of the "Chevy Chase - Family Vacation" Series of Movies. But God is good and the rental truck blew a tire near Buc-ees. That'll be the last time I drive by and wonder what's inside. While waiting for the tire repair guy to come.....who did his job in 100* heat....we got on intimate terms with the Beaver, some residents of Madisonville and our sweat glands. This leg of the journey went from "no-way" to "way no-way" when folks drove and walked up asking if we were selling our pets who were panting in the shade of the truck.... I didn't get an opportunity to shop at Lone Star Pottery...which is good because anything else added to my wordly goods would've had to make the journey in someone's lap. The guys in Texas who packed the truck accomplished a feat worthy of some sort of Nobel prize in spacial anomolies....and to their credit I've only discovered one broken item unpacking. I haven't made it through every piece of the cardboard jungle yet....so who knows what's lurking around the next slit of packing tape, but I'm hopeful based on what I've seen so far.
My husband's job is time-critical....so we stopped a time or two for the male version of 30 minutes and he made sure the water was in or out of the wells of some homes...my brains were boiled by this point and I'm suprised I remember that much of what went on. One thing I won't ever forget is the gazillions of bugs we encountered getting gas outside of Amarillo. Perhaps there was some sort of buggy Woodstock event or the first bug ever was elected govenor of Amarillo and all the bugs in the nation were enroute for the inauguration...whatever...it was an eyes-wide-open nightmare. Hubby reported in over the walkie talkes...excuse me....Trucker Man reported to Smokin' Hot Momma they sounded like rain hitting the windshield. I found them in my hair later on and woke up at night with two of them still on me. One was an earwig, so forget getting any kind of restful sleep the rest of the night....my ears itch just thinking about it.
Progress....I made this driving trip enough to know the "Welcome to Colorado" sign is just around the next curve or two and bump.bump.bump.bump.....yep, one of my tires bit the dust. The true beauty of the moment was when we unloaded my trunk and found a shredded spare tire...why the guys at the NTB on 2920 didn't tell me they put a piece of junk back in the hollow of my trunk I'll never know...God bless fix-a-flat. We managed to hobble to the Walmart in Trinidad and get a new one.....and enjoy another male 30minute work session....you ladies know what I'm talking about, don't you?? I love him dearly and have not met a gentler man....however....he has that male clock inside of him that goes forward two minutes for every one anticipated. I've listened to enough of my friends to know that he's not unique....at least in that aspect of his character.
Wish I could say I made it to my final destination that day, but I started losing it around Colorado Springs...it was either take a breathalizer test or pull over for the night. He went on home and today I see that as a victory for the family. I must've looked pretty beat up because the kiddo left her throne in the rental truck and oozed into the back seat of the car to stay with me that night. God bless her sacrifice...I know between the guinea pig cage that started stinking a couple hours earlier and all the crap...oops...treasure back there she was most likely miserable, but didn't complain a bit....is a miracle if you know either of us. After a release of anger-induced adrenaline I drove some place nearby that's familiar to me and spent the night. God's gift to me was a 62* morning...chill bumps and all and my sweetheart waiting for me at home.
All-in-all it could've been much worse...all the mammals and oviporous(my daughter assures me this is what egg-laying critters are called....see her kindergarten teacher if she's wrong) creatures made it to homebase without physical injury and what problems we did face were fixable. Dunno about the earwig situation yet...but I haven't felt anything tickling my eardrums or brains yet. We're a week into unloading boxes now....and weaving our loot and hearts together with the help of the Master Weaver who brought us together in the first place. It's all good....life is good....but if he walks in here anytime soon and says were moving I might lose it altogether....I've had my fill of cardboard, bugs and flat tires for quite some time.