Bookin' It Through the Bible Belt

We both had to get up early the next morning as we had a long drive ahead of us. Luckily for us, Chris slept like a rock, however Emily managed to only get a few hours of shut eye. Of course, guess who was cranky the next morning???

In training for our future status as Texans, we shared a hearty breakfast with both our parents at Perkins and prayed for GEORGE "DUBBYA" BUSH.

A babe magnet being pulled by our Budget Truck

Although we were both sad to say our last goodbyes, we also were eager to hit the road, as we weren't sure exactly how fast we'd be able to drive the Budget Truck. The guy at the Budget center instructed us, among other things, to not top 55 MPH with a full truck. Our goal was to reach Gainesville, TX by that evening, as its only about an hour north of Dallas.

The drive was uneventful, even going 70 MPH in the truck, until we hit southern Oklahoma...the land of MEGA churches. If you've ever considered tithing 50% or more of your salary to a baptist church, then you really need to check out the I-35 corridor south of Oklahoma City.

We arrived safely to our Motel 8, upon which Emily literally brushed her teeth and headed straight for bed.

One tired, unhappy camper....

The next morning, after a better evening of sleep for Emily, we embarked for our brief jaunt to Dallas. As our luck turned out, our prayers of the morning before had come true, as we found that we would be driving right past President George Bush Turnpike...hey, maybe someday Dubbya will have his own highway.

1) Emily about to pass the coveted Bush Turnpike

2) The approaching metroplex of Dallas

After we arrived at our new apartment, we spent the 45 minutes we waited for the movers trying to unhitch the car (something neither of us was experienced with). As Emily got swarmed by Texas-size mosquitos, Chris finally figured out how to unhitch the car, and not too soon afterwards, the movers finally arrived. However, there was one small issue...Emily had locked the padlock on backwards (this was one of those old locks where the bottom part comes fully undone from the keyway), and luckily the movers had a dead-bolt cutter with them.

Emily will always remember the first Texan that she met in person..."Dr. Love", our head mover. Seriously, the guy introduced himself with a straight face to Emily as Dr. Love. Dr. Love got his team of two other guys together, and with Chris' help, we finally were moved in about an hour later.

We had finally arrived... we spent the next day unpacking what we could, but in two days we were off for our belated honeymoon/vacation to the west-coast.