Goodbye to Austin, Texas

The time has finally come to say goodbye to Austin. This is something I wanted to post on Wednesday, the day we left, but we had to deal with some last minute problems. We packed up the truck on Wednesday morning and were on the road by the afternoon. The first night we stopped off in Monroe, Louisiana and stayed in a La Quinta. Ehhh I shiver with disgust just thinking about it. I would have slept better if I was on a cold slab in the middle of an artic storm. My skin itches just thinking about the dump. Thursday was a loooong day. We got on the road about 7:30 in the morning and called it quits sometime about 11 or 12. I can’t remember becaused we crossed the timezone change. We ended up in Kannapolis, NC in a Econolodge. I normally wouldn’t have stayed there but I was dead tired and just wanted somewhere to sleep. 5 hour energies can only take you so far. Friday, around noon, we arrived at our new home in Cary, North Carolina. Going into the apartment we were nervous as we signed a 12 month lease without seeing the apartment. Our decision was based purely on the reviews we read online. Luckily, the place is beautiful and spacious. Alev even says she likes it better than our house. Boo yah!

We’re going to miss Austin more than I can describe. In my mind I kept telling myself the move was still far out that way I wouldn’t think about it. But I couldn’t do that anymore when our last day came around. When I was talking to people I would start feeling real weepy, even when talking to people I don’t care much for. I said my goodbyes to my co-workers, at least the ones I cared to, after my team took me out to lunch. I’m hoping we can get back into Austin a few times a year. I lived there longer than anywhere else in my life. It’s a huge part of me and I will always have a special place in my pants for it. Oh Yeah!

Goodbye Austin. Hello Cary!! Woo Woo!

Brain Meltdown

Man, I can’t believe how much I haven’t blogged this month. I have had a ton of stuff I wanted to post but we’ve had a lot going on. It also doesn’t help that I pretty much turned off my brain two weeks ago. When I get home I sit my ass on the couch and stare mindlessly into the TV for a few hours. It was cool for a few days but now it kind of sucks. Anyway, it’s almost time to say goodbye to Austin and hello to Raleigh. I can’t wait to get this move over with.

To the entrecard folks, sorry I haven’t dropped hardly anything in awhile. Things have been hectic and I haven’t been spending too much time on the computer. After the move I will get back on the ball.

Peace out.

Random Thought of the Day

Am I the only person that thought Elton John’s Tiny Dancer was a song about Tony Danza? Realizing that it wasn’t totally blows my mind.

An Official H.O.G.

This post has been long overdue.

Well, you know that itch that I scratched a few months back? (no? Then update yourself homeslice: link) I don’t think I scratched it well enough because we ending up buying a 2008 Harley Davidson XL1200N Nightster. When we were looking around, I was looking for the Baby Blue/Black nightster. I soon realized I’m not quite that comfortable with my sexuality to pull it off. Instead, I went with the colors that I’ve been drooling over since first seeing the bike, Orange and Black. B-E-A-utiful! I can’t wait till we get settled in North Carolina and I can hit the roads. I’m fully the expecting the rides out there to be purrrty.

There are still a few things I need to do to fully transition into my Harley owner status. One, I need to start working on getting that leathery skin look. That means I need to rub myself down with baby oil and ride around in a wife beater. When my skin has the consistency of beef jerky I’m good to go. Second, I need to get some official jailhouse ink. I don’t want some poser ink, so I’m going to get myself arrested and sent to prison. Then I will do unpleasant things to get my Jailhouse bitch ink. Third, not really needed for Harley owners but doesn’t hurt, I will be getting a license plate with ‘PNS EXT‘. Everyone will know I’m riding a Harley to overcompensate for my tiny package.

It will be an awesome journey!

Sir Robbie Rob the “The Leathery Skin Harley Owner” is out! Peace!

South Padre Island

We are back from our weekend trip down to South Padre Island, where we went to do some deep sea fishing. The whole weekend was a blast besides coming down with a full blown cold.

When I posted about leaving town we were already on the road. We left Austin on Friday around 6PM and arrived in South Padre around 2AM. By the time we got everything unpacked and settled in, it was closer to 3AM and we had to be at the boat by 7AM.

When I laid down for our little nap, I noticed my throat was feeling a little raw. By the time I woke up it felt 10 times worse and know my sinuses joined in on the fun. I thought for sure it was the hotel room. The place smelled like one big moldy dish towel. Part of me was wishing it would get better after leaving the room. It didn’t, but…it was considerate enough to not get worse until after we were done fishing.

I don’t fish very often and I don’t think I’ve caught anything…ever. But I went into our little trip wanting to catch a shark. I was obsessed with the idea of catching one and clubbing it to death…with a wiffle bat. Not sure where this idea came from but the image I have in my head is a funny one. Close your eyes and imagine it. It would take you days maybe even weeks, assuming the shark you caught evolved quickly enough to breathe outside of water, and that’s only if it didn’t managed to gnaw off a limb. That’s probably one of those thoughts I should have kept to myself. hmmmm. eh. Moving along.

We left the dock sometime around around 7:30. We traveled some two hours before we dropped our lines for the first time. Right away, two guys on the boat managed to pull in some nice sized kingfish. After that catch, we went awhile and no one caught anything. When the spot had no activity for awhile the captain would move to another one. We repeated this all day long. Sharon was the first one in our group to catch something, another kingfish. Shortly after, Alev caught her fish. In helping her reel it in I tripped over the anchor and fell on my ass, felt so awesome. It was getting late in the day, Eric and I hadn’t manage to catch anything. But in a moment of staring into space my line got a bite!! Just getting the bite would have made my trip. That felt like progress after not having one all day. I reeled it in pretty easily, except there were a few times I thought I lost it. I pulled in another kingfish. At the end of the day, Eric didn’t manage to get any bites. I think he was a little bummed about it. He didn’t have a full day of fishing though. He and I ate some pretty shady breakfast tacos before getting on the boat. As we headed out to sea he started getting sea sickness. He slept it off, but missed a good portion of the trip.

A classic picture of Sharon with her catch.

I’m holding up Alev and I’s catch. I had the biggest catch of the day. Woo Hoo!

We got the charter place to clean the fish and cut into filets. After wards, we took some of the filets to a local restaurant to get cooked up. We had it fried and blackened. The blackened was by far the best, the best blackened fish I’ve had in a long time. Big props to the chef at Amberjacks.

The whole trip was awesome. I wish it would have been longer and we could have done some more fishing. But I guess it worked out just right. By Saturday night I was in full blown head cold mode. When I woke up on Sunday, I could have used my phlem to paint a nice glow in the dark painting for myself.

Yeah, you read that right. That’s how I roll.

Good Times!

Wheeee, I have finally caught a freakin’ fish! I think I’m ready to start fishing in some tournaments. I’m that effin good. One fish, a big ass one at that, in 28 years! Beat that you professional douches.

Sir Robbie Rob the “Bad ass fisherman” is out. Peace.