Even though we have been in O'Fallon for three months, I am just now getting to our sojourn of leaving Hawaii and arriving in the Land of Lincoln. What can I say? I'm ADD and a Gemini - I have the attention span of a ferret most days.
In any case, while Tux knew she would make the traveling squad, Nubbin had concerns. In retrospect, we should have made sure she understood this before she developed neuroses about being left behind and ruined one of Moose Man's favorite ties. Oh well.
The Aloha Oe to Hawaii back in May was tearful. We probably should've been medicated. I think it would've helped. Here is our house we left behind (featuring the oh-so-lovely streetlight right smack-dab in the middle).
Our house, in the middle of our street...our house, was our castle and our king.
Moose Man's beloved halyconia was in bloom just before we left.
A glimpse of our fantastical back yard.
Ms. Pixie on her final walk-through. Please note the giant traveler's palm in the back. Truly a wondrous sight in our back yard.
Our den. There used to be a TV and TiVo there. *sigh*
Our FANTASTIC kitchen! Moose Man and our Hawaiian Ohana helped tile it. The appliances were thanks to my employee discount at Toyota Conglomerate (they are distributors for a lot more than cars). We loved our dishwasher and fridge and oven with the kosher setting and microwave you needed a PhD to operate. *sniff*
The window that Nubbin could actually jump to.
Our foyer.
Nubbin's balance beam. You can see part of the light on the left in our foyer that was her ill-fated trapeze.
Our Elvis Blue Hawaii guest suite, funded by I-BOL (International Bank Of Lars).
The master bath, small but still bright and functional.
Getting to the airport was not so easy. We could not have moved all this junk that Tux and Nubbin had assisted packing without our fantabulous Hawaiian Ohana.
Grumpy, The Mermaid, and Frog Man showed up to help out Team Purvis-Berg and Berg.
Grumpy makes sure he is hydrated for the schlepping.
Ms. Pixie poses with The Mermaid and Frog Man before loading up Frog Man's truck.
The Mermaid and Frog Man had hosted an Aloha Oe get-together for us the night before.
A candid moment with AquaDan and The Mermaid.
Frog Man, husband of The Mermaid.
As it was also Moose Man's and my fourth wedding anniversary (!!), we had a champagne toast!
Say cheese!
Grumpy smiles for the camera.
Grumpy did not get the memo he was to participate with Moose Man and Frog Man in a Three Monkeys moment. Sadly, this was typical.
Ms. Pixie with Pom Lady and Hawaiian Pixie (aka Keoho).
Moose Man with Ms. Pixie and Pom Lady.
The Mermaid and Frog Man have a gorgeous kimono that was a gift to The Mermaid when she lived in Japan. They have displayed it well. I think it's a wedding kimono, but probably should check on that before I put it in print....
The Artist Formerly Known As Jean also was present for the festivities, which pleased us a great deal.
Among other things, she makes gorgeous table tops. Here is the one she made for The Mermaid and Frog Man. (Apologies for being too e-tarded to figure out how to line these up side-by-side.)
One last "Aloha" to Hawaii and we were off to the bucolic Midwest.
After a very long flight to Chicago and a three-hour delay on the ground there before heading to St. Louis, we finally made it.
Tux is hiding from the paparazzi.
Nubbin tries to get some shut-eye.
Dear God, what have we done?!
On the way to the Temporary Living Facilities (TLF!) at Scott Air Force Base, we passed several new sights.
Busch Stadium, home of the Cardinals.
Home of the Rams
We drove through town and across the Mississippi and then hit corn and soybean fields on the Illinois side, but not before passing a sign that was right across from Larry Flynt's Hustler Club. Yeah, the logo for his club, by the way is a beaver dressed as Mr. Peanut's pimp brother - complete with monocle, top hat, tails, and a cane. All that's missing is the giant hat with the humongous feather and a cape. Sadly, I couldn't snap a photo of that sign fast enough.
When we pulled into the parking lot of the temp living place, Nubbin couldn't stand it any more. She needed to be let out.
We moved into this place:
Nubbin helps out with the laundry.
The girls check the place out to make sure it's up to par.
Nubbin found a new hiding place. There were several times where we could not find her and we got concerned she had gotten out. However, she and Tux can use their paws like hands and are really good at opening cabinet doors.
Oh dear. It seems we have disturbed Nubbin during her nap time.
We celebrated our first night on the Mainland in Central Time in the exhausted ghetto style that was Purvis-Berg and Berg that evening.
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