Day in the desert.

there's nothing like a piping hot cup of spiced chai to keep your day going. Even in the middle of the desert when its 100 degrees out and there's no ac, and your foots hurt so your in the living room instead of your bedroom where your fan is. Ahhh. Yes sir. Not sure why people drink coffee even though there's spiced chai. Perhaps they're uninformed. Well uninformed or otherwise misguided people who are still drinking coffee-- spiced chai is here! You can drink it hot, on the rocks, blended with ice, in a smoothie and at room tempurature. It amazing! Colosal even! Drink up!

Signed,
The Modern-Day Gypsy
"Murphy's law is only hear-say... Until you join the millitary."
-- Ila Taylor.

He Sleeps.

icey's funny.

Signed,
The Modern-Day Gypsy
"Murphy's law is only hear-say... Until you join the millitary."
-- Ila Taylor.

stepped on a nail today. I suppose that's what I get for workin on a fence with flip-flops on. Maybe this time ill learn. The nail went way in my foot anf now its all swoled up. I suppose ill have to cut back on repairs for a while.

Signed,
The Modern-Day Gypsy
"Murphy's law is only hear-say... Until you join the millitary."
-- Ila Taylor.

Prayers

moving is within my grasp. I just have to find a place. The place I had arranged isn't going to work. I didn't have the money to stay at a motel so I'm staying with this woman temporarrily while shaun arranges other arrangements. (until I hunt down a place. funny how that works yeah?) unfortunatly shaun has had to be dropped into his comapny early and will miss a bunch of briefing. So that sucks. Pray for him.
the woman I'm staying with didn't tell me the condition the house was in. She needed my rent money to even make the place safe to live in. (busted windows and doors) I had to join the local gym because the shower doesn't work. And honestly if it did I don't think ide use it. Today (with my money) she was able to get the windows and doors fixed and the bathroom sinks and toilets to work. Can't drink the water though. I spent all yesterday and today cleaning my room, hallway, the kitchen. In each of these rooms I cleaned top to bottom. Scrubbed the floors walls cabinets (getting all the nastyness out of the countertop grouves) the base boards, doors, inside of the cabinets the pantry. I opened the fridge to clean it and almost passed out. It was gross. Needless to say it doesn't work so I didn't bother with it. I cleaned a lot outside too. Never did she lift a finger to help clean her own house. She did however mention that she woult have had to pay SOME ONE ELSE ten dollars an hour to clean. So because I need a place to stay and refuse to become diseased I cleaned. And cleaned. Now she also wants me to babysit her son while she's at work and to homeschool him and she tried to sell me her house. She says to me, "You can have it for fifty thousand less than its worth." I said think no thanks but in my head I'm going, alright. You have a deal. You owe me ten thousand dollars. Anyway I looked in the classifieds and found a bunch of places to call and visit. So keep me in your prayrs! Ps: daddy, does that dog picture look familiar?

Signed,
The Modern-Day Gypsy
"Murphy's law is only hear-say... Until you join the millitary."
-- Ila Taylor.

Rest at last

I never knew how tiring it could be to drive all day. The mountain area I drove through was absolutly terrifying. I have this thing about sharp turns. I hate them. Coupled with my fear of falling of a cliff,You get I histarical ila crying and screaming at what ever drunk mexican paved the road. So the trip was great until the last 60 miles. And when I thought it was over I turned onto the final street and relaxed when the gps said drive one mile to destination. Then for a mile I drove practically up on this scronny little road and prayed my car didn't start to roll backwards. I think ill walk to 29 palms thankyou. There is no way I'm driving down that stupid mountain top. But once I got there I was greated by a woman who was sweet as apple pie. She was genuinly happy to see me. She even let dixie lick her in the face! They were going to let dixie stay in the garrage at night but while we were eating dinner, she began to do that pitiful little wail she does so well. And because of her imense cuteness she gets to sleep with me! They are truly amazing people who love marines and are very greatful for everything that they do for our country. Well I'm getting up early to get all dolled up for my hubby! Night every one.
P.S. Momma I didn't take those pictures while I was driving. Dixie did. :D

Signed,
The Modern-Day Gypsy
"Murphy's law is only hear-say... Until you join the millitary."
-- Ila Taylor.

Day one

today is day one of my incredible journey. (i hope disney doesn't ask for royalties) dixie freaked out and ate the passenger seaybelt but the birds did fine. Dixie is scared because of our trip. She is refusing to eat. Dumb dog. we were stopped and an eighteen wheeler hissed (we were getting gas and a drink for stupid) so she gets scared and jumps into the trunk. I drove for sixteen hours and spent $100+ in gas. Found a motel and now my back is killing me from sitting all day. All in all I'm glad I came, I wish my gps a horable horable death (its annoying) and im excited to see my husband. I'm going to sleep now. Ta!

Signed,
The Modern-Day Gypsy
"Murphy's law is only hear-say... Until you join the millitary."
-- Ila Taylor.

This is some what of a test blogg. I'm using the mail-to-blogger. Seems like it should work. I am going to be spending the next few years of my life chasing my husband around the states. He is in his MOS training and must live in a barracks. So I'm going to follow him around. I'll put some awesome miles on my car though. The first stop will be camp pendalton california. I'll be there a few days. Then its on to 29 palms (if you search it or put it in a gps its "twentynine palms") california. They call it suny 29 palms but that's a joke. What it really should be called is: hot hot hot very dry nasty dirt and big dust winds that get in your eyes and you have to drink 12 gallons of water every hours or you'll dry up into a pile'o dryer lint. Its so hot that the tar really does run up a hill--looking for shade!!! But it can't find ANY because there are only 29 trees in the whole city! But they're not for decor because they are all as brown as the dirt they live in. The clouds even got tired of looking at them. And that's why its a desert full of rocks and poop colored scenary. Got carried away again. Any way I intend to blog much more often now. Love ya!

Signed,
The Modern-Day Gypsy
"Murphy's law is only hear-say... Until you join the millitary."
-- Ila Taylor.