Tahlequah.
I stop posting for a month and crazy happens. Here’s the short and sweet of what happened since last time. I went on a cruise, quit my job, and moved to Tahlequah Oklahoma.
My family and I, as well as the future wife, went on a cruise to celebrate X-Mas and graduation and all of that jazz. Cruises are fun, thats their purpose and they do a damn fine job of it. We cruised from Miami to Mexico and back over the course of 4 days and it was great.
We ate lots of food, we tried to get drunk and couldn’t, we went snorkeling, we drank more, we played bingo, and we gambled. For some reason that cruise ship’s casino and I got a long great. I could do no wrong. I would put $20 into a slot machine and walk away with $40. I would come out even playing Blackjack, and when I played Craps, everyone wanted in on my action.
I started playing Craps with $20 and left with $245. We quit because at the end I was playing alone and it just wasn’t as fun winning alone, and the woman was very tired of watching me win. I seriously would have never thought that a woman would get tired of seeing someone make money.
I quit my job. It was glorious and I haven’t thought about the place since.
I’m now jobless and wish I had a job like the one I quit.
I moved to Tahlequah. For everyone who isn’t from this little place, its Cherokee Nation. Cherokee are a tribe of Native Americans. See, when the whities came to America they told all of the Cherokee in North Carolina to “Get the steppin’” and they walked for 7 years or so. The “Trail of Tears.” This is where they stopped. My woman is from here, so is her family, and its an hour away or so from where we’re getting married. So I’m here to take a load off the woman’s shoulders for wedding planning and we get to see how well we get along when we’re practically living together.
As if that’s not enough of a test, I’m also in charge of the woman’s diet and exercise program. The diet part is going pretty well, its really not that difficult. It’s success hinges on my ability to cook. So it can swing either way (Like that door joke there?). The exercise thing will be another beast entirely. Nobody likes working out, especially women I get engaged to. So we’ll see how well she takes it and how much she hates me when I scream at her, “One more pushup sugar!”
January 24th, 2008 at 11:52 am by rl