Tuesday, July 10, 2007

New Mexico: The Land of Enchantment. Or, Could It Be Any Hotter?

Actually, YES. It's called Texas. And thank Goodness we aren't there. I mean, it's five miles away. But I'm sure that makes a difference.

So I moved to New Mexico. On Saturday. With Hunter. I did a fantastic job of packing my car up. Hunter had a ton of room, as opposed to sitting in the front seat the whole way there, and I could even see out the back window. (I can't now but that's because I packed up all of CS's stuff when we moved out of our hotel room.) The drive down wasn't bad. It's the longest I've ever driven alone and I think I did well until the end when I got bored with myself and ancy to get out of the car and just be there already. Hunter did quite well too, only one minor mishap at a gas station when he sniffed some weeds and started sneezing. I worried he was bee stung again and there was NO WAY IN HELL that I was going to be able to find a vet for some shots, and all he would be getting was some Benedryl. Luckily, the fit passed and he was fine. I gave him some Lunchable though, just to make sure his appetite was still there. I bet he wouldn't give up cheese if he was dying though, so maybe not a good test.

Hobbs is everything and nothing like I thought it would be. Unless you've actually been out west and know what it's like, I don't think you can comprehend it all. Yes, there are white people here. No, there are no cacti. There are three parks, one strip club, all the fast food you could want, two sit down chain restaurants, a Wal-Mart, an Albertsons, plenty of ghetto apartments, a few nice neighborhoods, and a lot of construction.

I haven't been "Downtown" yet because the streets are all torn up and I don't feel like walking around downtown with Hunter just yet. We don't have a place to live because all the apartments we looked at yesterday (ALL of them in this town) are ghetto. Just trashy. There was a duplex type place and a house we are looking at but we have to wait for the real estate people to come back from vacation to see if the house is acceptable. CS's boss and his wife are waiting on another house with the same real estate company, so some of the waiting is due to them and what they decide. Hopefully, they get into a nice house with a yard so we don't live up living in Seminole, TX just because the market in renting a place in Hobbs is god-awful. I only don't want to live in Seminole because that's at least an hour drive from the job site, which means I would see CS, hmm, about never. Sundays! Also, the population is 5,000. I didn't want to move away from Penrose to move to the Texas version of Penrose. I'm sure the choice is up to me if it comes down to Hobbs vs. Texas towns. Do I want to live in a small town outside of Hobbs to be near to Tracy so I have a friend? Or do I want to stay in Hobbs and meet people on my own? It all depends on Saturday and I'm hoping these real estate people have something good for us!

Hunter has been a lot better than I thought. I've only wanted to kill him a few times and mostly because it was dark outside and I was crabby to be walking around in a field that makes my legs itch and if he would just pee already my life would be so much better. I've since decided to just let him go and hope he comes back to me when I call him. So far, so good. He's been great with Tracy's kids, too. JBelle did a good job in teaching him to "fear the baby." The baby also feeds him cheese, so I'm pretty sure he's not going to mess that opportunity up.

I joined Schnozz's online group, WWW. And I've done nothing with it. I really should. I owe my friend, Em from Ohio, a thousand words by the 20th of July and I would really like them to be fresh words. I don't want to send her something old just for the sake of sending something. I need to WRITE. But this is somewhat hard when I have to check out of my hotel by 11 AM. Although, I could just get up with CS at 5 AM. Even though this option is NOT appealing to me. I sort of did today, but then I fell back asleep and got up at 9. Like normal. I was productive though, as we went to the park and Hunt burned off his energy. Thank goodness for 95-degree weather at 9 AM. Kills all the fun!

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