Fuego en la Sangre!

So, I totally missed my blog during my time as a judicial clerk.  But, you know, the whole “clerking” gig really put a hurt on my writing time.  I only have so many “keystrokes” in a day.  But, as of last friday, I have put my clerking days astern.  Major thanks go out to everyone at the Alabama Supreme Court for making my time there invaluable.  I knew the job was temporary when I took it, and I still miss it.

BUT... On to other news...

The wife has taken a job with St. Catherine’s Hospital in Garden City, Kansas.  I have accepted a job offer as an assistant county attorney out there, and assuming I have similar success with the Kansas bar exam as I had with the Alabama bar and I manage to pass a background check and drug test, I’ll be prosecuting bad guys out in southwest Kansas here in the near future.  And yes, that obviously means that the house we built in Montgomery is up for sale, empty, and ready to house a new family and a new keg.  C’est la vie.

As I write, I am in a hotel room in Forrest City, Arkansas.  I have a couple of small dogs around me, and a warm-ish MacBook Air on my lap.  And if you must know, I have Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer” playing on iTunes.  Love me some iTunes.

Today was day-1 of the trip.  Now, this is solely possible because for the past two days, our house was swarmed by Mayflower packers and loaders.  Currently, 95% of our earthly possessions are packed in an 18 wheeler, along with my S2000, somewhere in America.  No, I did no mis-type.  Our “life” is packed in cardboard boxes, behind which is my 2800 pound mid-life-crisis-in-automotive-form.  Wife is driving her truck with the boat behind.  I am driving Nana’s truck with Nana, the three dogs, a U-haul trailer, and an essential XM radio.  Butters was fine with this event from the beginning.  Nala was a freak.  And Dory was a bit weird until she realized we weren’t driving 1100 miles to take her to the vet.

In other news...the town we are moving to is about 40% hispanic.  So, in preparation, we did the only logical thing: We starting eating out CONSTANTLY at our local Mexican restaurant, chatting up the very gracious wait-staff, and watching “telenovelas” (read: Hispanic Soap-operas).  If/when in Montgomery, AL, you MUST eat at Tipico de Mexico, and ask to be served by Irma.  Tell her Mike and Kim sent you.  And order numero cinquenta.  Good stuff.  Right, so, I am so totally addicted to “Fuego en la Sangre” on Univision.  Not even funny.  I watched in the hotel room tonight.  Sofia has some very importante decisions to make.  Dios mio, that is some good television!!!!

Ok.  Off to bed.  I have sleep to go before my miles.  Or something like that.

Que Dios le bendiga.