We've had a busy summer, hence the lack of posts and furthermore the lack of interesting posts. So if you havent already heard from Jamey or I- we're moving to England! Yes, you heard correct, we're moving to another foreign country and we're leaving with more than a backpack full of knives and mosquito nets. This time we actually have a plan. And we dont have to speak Spanish, unless of course we want to. This has been in the works basically since we moved to Little Rock a year and a half ago. I have been accepted into a Master of Landscape Architecture program at a University outside of London. We will be living in Chelmsford England for at least the next two years while I complete my degree. Everyone is invited to come play!
So these last few months have been filled with plans and setting things in motion to make this move to England happen. While working to make this happen Jamey decided to jump off his Vespa at 30 miles an hour and now is nursing a broken arm and many road rashes. This is Jamey before his accident and when he loved his Vespa:
This is Jamey when he doesnt love his Vespa anymore:
It turns out SUV's and Vespa's are not a good pair, especially while entering into a busy intersection. Jamey has successfully broken this arm three, count em, three times. A week later he went into surgery and had a plate and 8 screws placed in the radius. In Jamey's right arm we are at a total of 10 screws. Good Job!
Its been amazing to hear all of the unsolicited and gruesome motorcycle stories from complete strangers when Jamey tells them how he broke his arm. He was wearing a big wrap cast for two or three weeks and was limping around town so a lot of people had questions about his well being. My personal favorite is the deli guy at Kroger who sees us about three times a week (we like turkey) and talks to us each time like we've never met. I know the Kroger deli counter is a popular place but come on man. Especially after Jamey broke his arm and had this big cast on it you'd think he'd remember. Really, you dont remember him? The second time he asked what happened (after having gotten the story the day before) he proceeded to tell us about seeing a woman crash her motorcycle and her head bust open on the pavement in front of him when he was 11 years old. "Man, that was gnarly."
And as we were leaving the deli counter he said " ok man, get better soon, be a Wolverine about it."
oh yes he did. he just referenced a comic book hero from X Men. and now, with a few more surgeries jamey could definitely have metal claws and regenerate a la Wolverine. We'll keep you updated.
So in light of all this metal claw/ broken arm business Jamey will not be joining me right away in England because he needs to finish healing and rehabbing. So he will be stateside until about October.
Since we'll be moving overseas I'm sure we'll have some interesting stories so stay tuned. Dont give up on us yet. it may not be as interesting as getting thrown into a Panamanian jail but you gotta work with what ya got.
And here's a picture of Alfie looking at himself in the mirror. He still checks himself out every night. He's progressed from fear to merely admiring himself. At first it started out as" holy shit, there is another dog in my bedroom" and then on to " wait.. is the dog behind this mirror?" and then "i think its me, i look damn good."
just a giant bone he found, i'm gonna go ahead and assume it was a cow and not a giant human.
Cheers!
